One-way ticket, no plan, suspiciously good attitude.
I’m Kat, Perth girl, London local (twelve years running and counting), full-time escapee of the 9 to 5.
Grew up bouncing around Western Australia with my parents — small towns, farms, the city, all of it. First taste of actually leaving the country was Egypt in 2005, and that was it. Bug caught, no cure.
August 22, 2013: one-way flight to Athens, three months of backpacking with zero real plan, and then London. I had a UK Ancestry Visa and what I can only describe as misplaced confidence — I’m a planner by nature, and somehow still managed to arrive with no job, no flat, and, briefly, negative bank accounts courtesy of a scam I did not see coming.
It worked out. Mostly through stubbornness.
Since then: the Great Wall of China with a torn ACL (walked it anyway, wasn’t going to not finish), Angkor Wat, the actual town Dracula’s supposedly from, glaciers in Iceland, more London wine bars than I’m willing to admit to. Coffee, wine, and cheese are non-negotiable wherever I end up
This site is split the same way my life is: the practical stuff — what actually happens when you move to the UK, what nobody tells you — and the 5:01 side, which is where to go once the day’s done. Itinerary-ish. Built for things to go slightly off the rails, because they usually do.
If you’re moving abroad, mid-trip, or just trying to figure out where to go after work tonight — you’re in the right place.