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Why We're Leaving Everything Behind for a Year Around the World

Nov 14, 2025
2 min read

Updated: Nov 16, 2025

People don't wake up one morning and decide to leave everything behind.


It happens slowly, then all at once —

in the quiet moments between who you were

and who you know you're meant to become.


For us, it began with a heaviness we couldn't

name.

Routine that felt too tight.

Days that blurred.

Loss that hit too close.

A world that suddenly felt small when we knew,

deep down, it wasn't.


And then there was Leo —

two years old,

wide-eyed,

soft-hearted,

and soaking in the world with a purity only

children carry.


I realised something painful and beautiful at

the same time:


If I wanted to raise a child rooted in wonder,

I couldn't keep living life built on

exhaustion.


So I chose differently.


We chose sunrise over screens.

Moments over milestones.

Connection over convention.

A year of living, truly living over the predictable

rhythm everyone else calls "normal".


We are leaving everything behind —

not because we're running away,

but because we finally stopped running in place.


I want Leo to learn the world by heart.

I want my mum to see the places she dreamed of

before time asks for what it's owed.

And I want to show myself the version of me who

exists outside survival mode.


This year abroad is not a holiday.

It is healing.

It is rebellion.

It is legacy.


We're leaving behind a house, a routine, a

postcode ...

but gaining stories, sunrises, courage,

connection, and the kind of memories that echo

long after we're gone.


If you're here, following our journey,

maybe a part of you feels the same tug —

that whisper that says:


There's more to life than the one you've been

told to settle for.


This is why we left.

This is why we're sharing it.

This is why this journey will shape the rest of our

lives.


One year around the world.

One childhood we don't want to miss.

One legacy worth building.


 
 
 

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