I am originally from the UK. I moved to Australia in 2019 on a work holiday Visa on a bit of a whim. I’d quit my job in London the year before when my older brother passed away and I just wanted to do something for myself after quite a stressful time. I thought it would just be fun. Do a bit of travelling and come home however I ended up meeting my now partner of seven years and didn’t come home. I ended up pregnant in 2022 with our first I was due in April 2023 and two weeks before my due date my mum suddenly died of a haemorrhagic stroke. It was absolutely devastating. My baby came a month after she died. It was a very strange time navigating the grief of losing her and bringing up my first baby without my mum. I should add here she was in the UK and I was in Australia so I didn’t get to say goodbye.
My partner has a British passport through his dad and when my first was nine months (after visiting my Dad), we actually decided that we would make the move to the UK. I couldn’t quite believe it because I never thought he would do it and although in my heart of hearts I’d wanted to move back I didn’t think it would happen so I’d put it to the back of my mind and decided I’d be happy in Australia and on the Gold Coast where we were living. Sidenote though I wasn’t truly happy there.
After visiting my dad, I found out I was pregnant with our second. So that made the decision final we were 100% moving. We moved in April 2024 and actually flew on my first borns first birthday. We were living next door to my dad in the UK. He had a large plot of land around 8 acres in Suffolk and had two small cottages. They were small but cozy and I have to say I absolutely did love being back. I honestly didn’t miss Australia for a second. A lot happened in the year that we went back we lost our family dog who was very old. I gave birth to our second baby in the October. Lost my horse. And my partner and I then lost our beloved French bulldog who we had brought over along with his sister from Australia. So needless to say There was a lot going on emotionally.
To cut a long story short, my partner ended up absolutely hating it. He became quite unstable and our relationship was tested to its absolute limits. I ended up panicking and just saying well if you’re not going to be happy here then maybe we should just move back and he of course jumped at that opportunity. My dad not wanting to stay on his own in the UK decided to sell his property. The property that he and my late mum had owned for 20 years, with the view to help us out buying a property in Australia where he would also live in a granny flat.
I started getting doubt about moving but my partner got a business opportunity in Aus that was very hard to pass up. That solidified our decision and kind of fast tracked it too. So fast forward to September 2025 and we were already back in Australia. We moved into an Airbnb for a few weeks and then rented for six months just outside of Sydney. Once my dad had sold his property we were able to look for our home to buy and found a beautiful house on the central coast of Australia where are my partner’s brother and obviously my sister-in-law also live with their children. However, since coming back the problems in my relationship have remained, my partner is now on antidepressants so of course I wonder if he have taken them in the UK. Would things have been better/different? Did I really have to move?
We now have two toddlers as well so first born is just three and the second one is 19 months they are gorgeous kids but of course it’s been challenging with so many moves in such a short space of time and also not having a lot of family support. My dad does his absolute best though! I guess I’m here writing this because I cannot shake the feeling I made a terrible mistake. I miss the UK daily which may sound mad to some, but I miss the countryside so much and I so wanted my kids to have that experience growing up. Australia just isn’t the same. I feel low a lot of the time and I think most of it is because of the transition even though the UK was hard at times I felt very at peace and content there whereas here I don’t feel that, and I fear I won’t ever.
Not sure what I’m looking for, really. Please no harsh comments because I have been through enough and I guess I’m just looking for advice and maybe if anyone has been through something similar. Thoughts are most welcome.