Linda and I arrived in Europe almost exactly 4 years ago, with a couple of bags of clothes and not much more than a dream to pursue. In many ways we've been incredibly lucky; finding good jobs and living in a beautiful country, full of really nice people, in the middle of Europe.
However we never planned for this to be a permanent, or even particularly long-term, arrangement and, while we made many false starts at heading back home, it was inevitable that the day would come when we had to leave.
Maybe if we'd realised how much work leaving was going to be we would have delayed even longer, but as much as we enjoyed our time in Europe there's no escaping the fact that the people who matter to us most are back in Australia, and it's a long way between here and there!
So we sold, recycled, or disposed of as much of our belongings as we could, packed our bags and boxes, cancelled all our contracts, and said our goodbyes. I think it's safe to say that at the end of all that we were thinking we could never put ourselves through that again, but as the saying goes: never say never!