Sorry, pressed post way to soon!
At Abu Dhabi I was even looking for flights home. It was a fucking terrible journey, but to me a necessity.
No, we didn't come to buy a mansion with the money from our 2 up 2 down in Wales or something ridiculous.
We came because some weeks; despite working full time (me for 13k a year him for 17k per year) we couldn't make all the bills, or we couldn't have the heating on. Everything was a struggle. Dh is a chef by trade, the chemicals they used to clean the floors at his workplace would wear his shoes very quickly. A pair of steel toe caps was £35+ a time even on eBay. £60+ if in shoezone (if his broke unexpectedly it would be shoezone because he'd need them asap). Whenever this would happen we'd both be a bit devastated because that was the food budget gone!
We weren't in debt and had no spending issues - a treat to us was £3 on value pizzas, a garlic bread and maybe a small value cheesecake or tub of Icecream.
So when his manager moved overseas and offered him a job with him (in Brisbane) we took a lot of time researching it.
We stuffed up the figures a bit, by accounting for things we didn't have to pay (like council rates, you don't pay that as a renter, most landlords don't charge water either as it's hard for them to they need to make the house v water efficient). But even then the figures looked pretty good, the amount of money left was unbelievable to me! I was actually in a bit of a state of anxiety thinking I'd forgotten to account for something and we were going to be truly fucked financially when we got here.
Luckily, I worked myself into a tizzy over nothing because as stated I even accounted for things that didn't happen.
Dh left his first job and got a new one (didn't gel with the owner and wanted a change) we also moved out of Brisbane. (We're in Central Queensland now)
Now we're by no means rich. I make $780 a week after taxes, which is a bit over minimum wage. Dh makes $1300 a week after taxes which is pretty good but we're pretty average here.
Our expenses are
$280 rent
Electricity $60 a week (it's not charged weekly but we pay it anyway as when billing time comes we're in credit)
Phones are $20 a week.
Foxtel is $75 a month ($18 ish per week) this is our internet and a basic tv package.
$100 a week on travel.
$100 a week on food, $50 on a weekly takeaway that we should probably cut out.
Everything else (clothes etc) is as and when but we have no difficulty paying it.
We're looking at houses in the 70-100k range (won't buy a mansion but will buy a nice little one or two bed) and have been saving $250-$450 a week toward this.
So max expenditure is about $1100 a week, even with saving a nice lump sum towards a house. Obviously it varies if we need stuff but that still leaves almost $1000 to do whatever we want with!
This either goes towards helping my family out if they need it; treats for us, any clothes or shoes or furniture needed, overspending on takeaways (which happens sometimes) or into my savings account which is for visits home. We're also looking at getting a car; something we couldn't afford back home (the £300 a month public transport bill didn't help with that but we couldn't afford to be closer to work; thankfully only one of us needs it now!)
Am I selfish?
I don't know. All I know is I wanted to stop being so anxious, stop having to count every pound, stop being miserly with money (had no choice then) I wanted to have better than mismatched second hand furniture, no food in the cupboards, bundling my Dh up in all of the blankets so one of us would be warm. We fought to get here and left debt behind to do it (fully paid off quickly).
My mother has told me In no uncertain terms that if I return I better do it with enough money to get me on the housing ladder and get us set up a bit. If not I'll be getting slapped with a wet fish 
We talk a lot and I go back as much as I can (every 8-12 months ish) she's also applied for a passport so she can come and have a long holiday here.
I appreciate it anyone read the whole thing, but if you didn't, here's a condensed version.
Coming here was one of the hardest things I've ever done. But what was harder was working and working and working and never getting anywhere with it.
My mother and I have talked about this as great lengths. She was heartbroken to see me go, but she could very clearly see that our situation just wasn't sustainable as it was and one of us would've dropped under a train at some point, we kept playing catch up on everything. We still work hard here we're by no means rich least of all by local standards but we're in a position where we can have a life!
Leaving my home has taken a part of me I'll never get back. But I think it's worth it.