I never realised how isolated Australia was in its global positioning until I decided to travel to the other side of the world to study. I’ve been overseas a few times over the last 11 years, but this time was different; I don’t know when I’ll be returning home.
Having finished uni 5 years ago and struggling to secure a paid job in the journalism industry, I decided to apply for a journalism masters degree in London. Since completing my Bachelors degree (with a major in journalism) in 2010 I have applied for over 300-350+ jobs and have had a handful of interviews with each potential employee giving me a different reason for not hiring me. At one point I was working, going to the gym, socialising and in between that applying for jobs almost every day. Looking for work started to feel like a part-time job. I have spent hours, days, months and years doing unpaid work and writing at home for the fun and passion of writing but I was determined to pursue journalism as a lifetime career.
Since graduating from university I’d regretted not going on exchange during my undergrad. I ended up working multiple basic jobs that did not require any formal education qualifications and had nowhere to move up and thought it was about time I did something challenging.
I didn’t want to give up on my dream of being a journalist so applied to study a Masters of International Journalism at City University London. I got in and bought a one-way ticket to London. I waited 9 months to arrive in this city, working hard to save up and preparing to leave my friends, family, my routines and everything that was familiar to me without knowing when I’d be back.
Even to the day that I left I didn’t feel like I was leaving all of that behind. It only really hit me that I was going to be so far away from home when I realised that I will be nearly 17,000kms across sea and land. But distance was never going to hold me back. I can’t wait to learn about the world through the perspective of journalism internationally and study amongst my peers from around the world.
I left home in early September and the flight over was tedious. My first flight from Melbourne to Abu Dhabi was 13 hours long, I didn’t sleep and I’d already been up for 5 hours before I got on the plane. Another 5 hours was spent at the Abu Dhabi International Airport then another flight of 7 hours to London with only a couple of hours sleep here and there. But as soon as I landed in London and was on my way to my accommodation I felt like I was at home.