Many dream about living on a tropical island, they read magazines and watch travel shows about it.
But I’m the lucky girl, I get to live on a tropical island each and every day.
But how you might ask, because I certainly wasn’t born on one.
The simple answer is, I took a chance.
After many conversations with my then travel bitten nomad of a fiance, I found myself diving into a crazy plan to escape London.
Like many, I too had seen my future destination on TV, although for me it wasn’t until that taxi ride in the early hours of the morning towards Heathrow, with only a backpack of belongings to my name, did I realise the magnitude of my decision.
What I didn’t realise at the time was, this was not going to be about the final destination. This was about the journey itself into a whole new chapter of my life, and my absolute passion for Oceania and Island Living.
They say every journey begins with the first step, for me mine started with a single step onto an aeroplane that left English soil for good. The destination itself felt as distant as the miles it would take me to travel toward it.
To ease into my new life adventure, I spent an amazing time travelling through the South Pacific, hopping from one island to the next.
It was paradise in Paradise.
I liken these naive and native islands to stepping stones, that cross the Pacific Ocean stretching and meandering towards Australia.
Finally when I eventually landed on the big island in Oceania, the dream became reality, and the rest as they say, made amazing history in my new life on the other side of the world.