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So I decided to change my life…

A few months ago, I took the biggest decision of my life and I want to use this blog to tell you about it. It will be my story. My hopes. My successes and my failures. I want this blog to help those who want to change their lives too.
I know it has become a trend to quit your boring desk job and move to the other side of the planet to travel and experience the world, but this is not it. I don’t want to move for a year and hope for the best. I want this change to be sustainable, to last and to be fun.

Second step: decide what you bring with you.

As soon as I had a better vision of what I had to accomplish before my departure, I started sorting my things, because it felt like it would be the longest to do. As said before, I don’t identify as a materialistic person and I didn’t feel like I had a lot of stuff. Well, I was wrong.

I started choosing my clothes in December. I took out one of my suit cases and filled it with every single piece of clothing I liked. I have so many pieces of clothing it’s scary. I had 10 skirts, about 30 T-shirts, way too many broken jeans and so many sweatshirts! The first steps were actually quite easy: I tried on everything and whatever did not fit me anymore I wouldn’t take. That was quite a reality check: I had put on quite some weight in the past few years… But that’s another story.

In doubt, ALWAYS choose to get rid of most of your things.
It will save you time if you happen to rush your departure in the end.

The second step was to take only the practical pieces. Should I take the pieces I do wear a lot that are warm and cosy or should I take the ones that look good but so uncomfortable? Well, for me it was obvious: I’d take only the practical ones. I ended with only a few sweatshirts, 2 pullovers, around 15 T-shirts, a few shirts… about 19kg of clothes. But see, at that time I thought I’d be able to take almost as much as I wanted, because you know “You can just buy more baggages“. So I was quite confident that I would manage to take what I needed, and I turned to the second big part of moving away: Furniture.


Well, as you can guess, I wouldn’t be taking any furniture with me. Due to the lack of certainty in this whole plan, we agreed that we would rent a Storage room in order to keep some valuable things and the rest would have to go. I really wanted to minimize my ecological impact, meaning that I really really wanted to sell or give away as much as I could. That meant throwing away as little as I could.

I do not have precious possessions, I have no family heritage or anything so this was quite easy for me. The real challenge was to compromise with my boyfriend. Since I was living in his apartment, most of the things were his anyway, and he had a harder time defining what he wanted to keep.
In my opinion you have two approaches: practical or sentimental. In my opinion, you should always favour the practical one. If you base your judgment en feelings you might find yourself with more than what you actually need. My boyfriend was more into keeping stuff that might be useful when we come back. I was more into getting rid of everything since we do not know when we will come back. Those are two very different approaches.
In the light of the events of beginning of 2020, I wish I had been stricter on my approach, and I’m going to write this down: In doubt, ALWAYS choose to get rid of most of your things. It will save you time if you happen to rush your departure in the end. It will make things easier. And unless you know exactly when you’re coming back and what you will need, it is safe to assume that you will appreciate not having much when you come back, and if you come back. In our case, we might as well decide to establish our “base camp” in Australia or Canada. That would mean moving everything from the storage room to our “base camp” so the lighter the better.

I really wanted to minimize my ecological impact, meaning that I really really wanted to sell or give away as much as I could.

Deciding to give or sell everything you own can be hard. I advice you take your time in this process. Plan 2 months if that is what you feel you need. It is important to take time to think this through and feel this through. Accept the fact that your furniture have served you well and that it is for a better life. Also know that even if it feels hard now, it will make your life easier later.

So stick to the basics. Keep what is really mandatory: some plates, some glasses and forks and knives. Maybe a mug or two but that’s it. As you must have guessed, in December I was not exactly putting away my kitchen. I had planned to do that as late as possible, around second half of February.

Leaving for the other side of the world and changing your life means a lot of decision making, a lot of choices to make. It can be exhausting to be responsible for so many decision, especially if you are not used to it in your every day life. Having the ability to take the right decision with all the informations available is what it is all about.
Planning and scheduling will give you all the information available to you, so don’t pass that crucial step. Knowing is key in this situation. The good and the bad. With knowledge, you will make enlightened decisions. With enlightened decisions you will be more efficient throughout your moving process.

First step: Plan EVERYTHING!


The very first thing I did in November was creating shared spreadsheets.

I used Google Drive and Google Documents because I’m an android user and I have gmail addresses so it was the more convenient. There are probably more efficient planning tools out there but I didn’t do any research. I just went for the most practical.

I created a schedule that started in November and going all the way to march. I like the way it looks and I can see very quickly what needs to be tackled and when. I filled each months with what I felt needed to be done. Obviously I had more ideas for March than for November but I tried to move to earlier months knowing all too well that march would be crazy busy.

When it comes to planning, I feel like writing everything is better to prevent forgetting something. That’s why I wrote obvious things like “packing”, “sort clothes” or “go to storage unit”. I really wanted to be fully aware of tasks to come and avoid as much as possible being overwhelmed.

I used colors to sort tasks in categories: DONE in green, URGENT in vibrant red and BOYFRIEND in blue. Again, I used this schedule to reassure myself that everything could be done in time.


By the beginning of December I started an inventory of what we had and what we could bring. I started by sorting my clothes, Marie Kondo style. So whatever doesn’t bring me joy, I don’t take with me. I managed to select about half of my clothes. You may not know that but I do not consider myself as a girly girl with a lot of clothes. God was I wrong… I had accumulated so many pieces of clothing it actually made me sad. I don’t even wear skirts and yet I had like 10 of them! I even had sweatshirts I’ve had for over 16 years…

As I laid everything on my bed I could see how screwed I was. So much to do in so little time! So I took out my suitcase and started packing every single item that sparkled joy. How naive… I wasn’t even done with my T-shirts that my suitcase was half full, and I was still missing my sweatshirts, pans, shorts, shoes, sport gear…


By mid-December I had created an inventory spreadsheet that would have basically every single item that we owned in order to keep track of what we kept, what we would bring and what we would be selling/giving away.

So starting planning as soon as you can is, in my opinion the best way to avoid any surprises.


The beginning.


I will start by the very beginning.
2 years ago, I met someone. I was 31 and out of a tough relationship and tough break up. I was happy to feel well enough to get back in the dating game. This man told me during our very first conversation that he had been working abroad before and even though he had been working and living in Belgium for a few years, he planned to move abroad again. He simply didn’t know when…

I must say I was very enthusiast when we had that discussion. I love going places, traveling and living somewhere else. I have been living abroad from my home country for some time now so it really wasn’t an issue. Plus, I thought it would be fun to date someone with the same love for travel.

His dream job?” you ask. Well, it is in New Zealand.

We had been dating for 1 month and a half when he got his first interview for his dream job. “His dream job?” you ask. Well, it is in New Zealand. Yep. 19 000 km away from Belgium. Literally the furthest he could go on Planet Earth. So we sat down and had the talk. I felt like we hadn’t meet for long enough to claim any thing. So we agreed he’d go and see where that would take us.
While he was away, I changed jobs. Found something that I liked better. When we met, I was a graphic designer. I had been for 5 years and advertisement was taking a toll on my mental health. So I became a QA analyst for an app development agency. I loved it. Life was great. Long distance relationship was hard but it was going smoothly.


When he got there, it was love at first sight. So much nature. So much wildlife. Plus his job was great and amazing. They were so much more caring than in Belgium. It was basically paradise. So very quickly he asked me to come there and have some holidays with him so we could visit the country. He wanted me to see for myself how great it was. So I went. We had some amazing time. It was so peaceful…
He finally came back to Belgium and quickly decided that we had to move there. I couldn’t disagree, but I had that idea that it would be fun and easy and that we’d just have to pack everything and go.

The thing is, and it is quite important in my story, he doesn’t get to decide when he wants to go. With his job, he was to wait to be called, and he almost never knows how long his contract/visa will be. So when we agreed we both wanted to move, our first step was to wait for the right time, and right length of contract. As much as we wanted it, we wouldn’t have gone with a 3-month contract for example, because there is no insurance to be able to stay longer after the end of the contract.
That being said, as you can imagine, a waiting game started. He came home on September 2018 and he got called again in August 2019, but for 3 months only.

I had that idea that it would be fun and easy and that we’d just have to pack everything and go.

It was hard to see him leave again, but this time he had that goal to do everything he could to get a long-term contract.
By the beginning of October, they had offer him 6 more months. So we had the talk again. By the end of October, we decided that it was the right time for us to say good bye to Belgium and move to New Zealand.
We agreed that:

  • I would be on his work VISA
  • we would send by boat our motorcycles
  • He would come back for Christmas to take care of as many things before moving back there.
  • I would join him as soon as I could.

This was the very beginning of a great new adventure!

Hi I’m Xoliaeth! Welcome!

First of all: thank you kind stranger for being here!


I have to start at the very beginning: I’m French, I live in Belgium, and 2 years ago I met someone who works often abroad.
I have to tell you this because, he is the reason I’m doing this. he is the reason I’m moving on the other side of the world.

I needed some time to think this through, to make sure writing a blog would be a good idea. At first I thought “who’s gonna care about another travel blog. This is useless”.
But then, I thought “This might help someone, who needs a kick in the butt to start”.


I want this blog to inspire. I want this blog to be true. To be real. To put my struggles and my achievements out there, for someone to see, hoping that it will give the kick they need to start changing.

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