I moved from Aus to the UK - cause I could, wanted to work and live somewhere else.... Thought I could do some travelling as well.
knew no one although I did have a job to go to - teaching in a comprehensive in Basildon Essex - rather challenging to say the least.
Missed the laid back aussie lifestyle but loved living in England for the 4 years I did it
Met dh, married him and had dd1.
We then moved ( back for me) to Aus to raise our girls. Dh had no job to come to, we had a house - I have been renting it out when I lived in the UK (and a mortgage) and dd2 on the way.
But dh managed to find a job he loves, dd1 is blossoming ( has special needs) dd2 is doing great as well. We love it here although it was scary making the move to no jobs etc wondering if dh would get a job and would we survive on one income, would dd1 get the health care and therapy she needed and all those other things.
Dh loves it, i love it and everything is wonderful.
I miss dh's family and it is sad when you get bad news like we did earlier ( fil has terminal cancer) and that is when you realise the tyranny of distance. Sad that dh's family have never met dd2 or seen how far dd1 has come in 2 years.
BUT wouldn't change it for anything.