2025, the year that was …
2025 has been a hell of year. I think it’s been like that for so many people. It’s now been just over a year since I moved back from London, and there are several things I’ve noticed since.
Living in another country changes you. In ways I never expected or thought possible. Moving back, changes you again. You now live between two places. The place that was once your home, no longer feels the same. For much of this year, being back in Melbourne felt like a heavy fog over my head. Like I was in a dream state. It didn’t much help that I have moved several times this year, not having a place to call my own completely. That is of course, my own doing. Earlier in the year, I felt like I had to comply with what others thought I should do. Buy a property, or at least be working towards saving for one. Of course owning an apartment, would be great, but it’s not something that is high on my to do list. But I did the research, I looked where I could buy, suburbs of Melbourne (if you can still call it Melbourne, and not rural Victoria). I looked in Melbourne itself, for apartments. It just wasn’t feeling right. It felt forced. I then tried to look for a place to rent, as unfortunately, my time staying with my good friend, had come to an end. But again, the prices to rent a somewhat decent apartment was just ridiculous. So I gave in, and moved in with dad. Who I stayed with for about 6 months. My living arrangements were going to get worse before they got better. I was just trying to do SOMETHING. I thought maybe living this way for a year or so could mean saving for a deposit, so I could buy an apartment. It all felt like a trap. It would mean not being able to go back to London. I thought, maybe I’ll save for a year, buy an apartment, live in it for a year, then rent it out and go back to London. All so I could comply with what others wanted for me, but really not listening to myself. At very few points of this year have I sat and just listened to myself. Asked myself what I wanted. Until recently. I started to feel clearer a couple of months ago and looked for a flat share. I wanted somewhere where my money was going towards someone’s mortgage, that felt right to me. That’s exactly what I found. I’ve now been living in a suburb of Melbourne, in a 2 bedroom flat, with a woman who own’s the flat. Perfect. And it has been. I’ve felt far more independent. Like I can breathe. Like I can be myself again. That’s been the theme of 2025 I think, not being myself and just getting by. I’ve had to face a lot about myself this year, really asking myself what I want for my own life. Despite how it makes others feel, or despite what they think I should do.
Despite living with someone else, I am happy with how my life is right now. I am 36. I am single. I have no partner. No children. And I don’t own any property and barely any savings. And I couldn’t be happier with how my life is and how I’ve gotten to this point. Sure, it would’ve been nicer to get here sooner, but I haven’t, but I am here now, and that’s what matters.
So, after all of that, what is it that I want I hear you ask? In the next year, I want to have hosted multiple corporate workshops (I’ve got a couple of leads), one on one coaching programs (more leads in the works), crew at the coaching college (several training sessions booked in), and to save towards moving back to London. But more than all of this, it is in the way I live my life that matters the most. To live with INTENTION.
2025 has been one of those necessary times in life, that aren’t quite quantifiable, but you can see & feel the shift. It has possibly been one of my hardest years yet, and because of that, I can see I’m going into my one of my best years yet.
Love Rosie xx
