Many people asked me if I was safe when I arrived in Ozzy. The bushfires have been all over the news and a lot of families had to flee their homes. However, bushfires have been a thing in Australia for a long time now, only this time the scale had way more impact. Luckily, it was safe where I was and other than some foods disappearing from the shelves and many fundraisers, it was not really noticeable. What I did notice was the bad rains we had after, that resulted in flooding and massive hailstorms. Even then, no golfball sized hail has hit my head. Thank goodness. It is sad to realise people are still picking up the pieces.

how am I so serious with a champagne in my hand?

it’s not right.

As I told you before, it has been a rollercoaster ride with job hunting and little did I know that something good would come from all those weather events. I had to be more creative with finding a job, so I went to a few events: Future Females and the circular economy by the World’s Biggest Garage Sale. A friend recommended to join the Dutch Chamber of Commerce. All of them helped meeting new people. It’s a bit like a chain reaction and it is definitely worth the time.Thanks for that! I became aware that the most ordinary things can be valuable. Going into a hair salon and then after 1 second being recognized as Dutch, because one of the ladies has a Dutch husband. Who then gave me tips, tricks and wanted my business card to help me out. I felt a bit lost in this new country and unsure about the moves I was making, but I’ve learned that just going out there does accelerate your network and your chances. And that sure has a big impact on how you feel about a location.

And wow, how things can change in a second. In all of a sudden I got a call on a Monday at 1pm. The question: if I could scan documents within the hour and send them through for a job that would start the day after at 8am in Northern Brisbane. Challenge accepted, I would say. No printer closeby (it’s not something you pack) and no car in my possession just yet (impossible to pack). I managed to print, sign, scan in time and pick up my new car at 5pm. Driving on the other side of the road got me shaking from adrenaline and my first job in Ozzy got me excited. It was certainly an eventful day.

The next day it was all about the bushfires, floods and hail storms. Starting as a consultant at an insurance company, surely gives insight in the aftermath and the effects of those events. WOVR’s, IV’s and Rego’s are now part of my daily vocabulary. It does make me wonder. What can we do to reduce those weather events? Not expecting that a bigger (world wide) event was about to happen….

In case you are interested: WOVR = written off vehicle register, IV = insured vehicle, Rego = registration


When I arrived in Brisbane, a weight fell of my shoulders. After organising and planning, your suddenly there. The first morning was a bit like a scene of a movie, the one where you hear this uptempo song playing on the background mixed with singing birds and someone is wandering through a town gazing at the shops, with sun and greenery everywhere, wishing good morning to everyone on the street and getting a coffee around the corner. This was me. Sorry, people of Australia, if I was making weird dance moves while walking.

Excited after arriving in Brisbane.

However this movie state did not last too long, even though I am still very happy. It might look (and sometimes feel) a bit like a holiday, but this is my life now. No job to fall back on, barely any people you know. After spending the first night on the couch at my friends’ house, it already began on the first day: opening a bank account, applying for a Tax File Number, moving into my house and getting to know the area. This then followed by searching for a car through a jungle of offers on Gumtree (comparable to the Dutch ‘Marktplaats’), researching how registering a car works, roadworthy’s, timing belt or timing chain, petrol or diesel (or should I get gas?) and so many other things to take into consideration . It feels great to be able to do all of this and I almost felt like the Wolf of Wallstreet by spending all this money. However, I am very aware that I am living from my savings, which is a bit unsettling at times.

Hence the reason for full force job hunting. Firing a bullet wherever you go by networking, networking, networking. Your housemates, people in (coffee) bars, the landlord, the guys you bought a guitar from or a cashier in the supermarket. Applying for jobs is a full time job. In the mornings I searched for jobs online, sitting in different coffee bars (with aircon!) and in the afternoons I got on a bus to get out at a random stop. To explore, but also to keep your eyes open for the construction signs, advertisements and real estate companies. Just to find the right companies and the ones that are worth applying for.

I already got many rejections and those aren’t very motivating. Especially those e-mail titled: ‘feedback regarding your application’. It sounds promising, but basically means ‘bye, bye, zwaai, zwaai, you are not the one’. Even though your mind goes through so many states and emotions on one single day, I am not letting the rejections get the better of me. I just have to be more creative…

A bit of an unfortunate street name, I reckon.


Waking in up in Bali as the start of 2020 was not so bad. Happy to finally have gotten some sleep and then waking up with the rays of sun shining on the swimming pool, catching up with my friends , our lovely private chef Made preparing an Indonesian meal and then going for a dip in a holy hot spring. What better way to start the year. All of this better bring some good luck! And.. if you are ever planning on going to Bali, don’t forget Made. Seriously: Made’s homemade krupuk was something I could eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the rest of the year. I wish I could take this amazing lady with me.


Travelling the island clockwise starting North with 6 French people, 2 Dutchies and 1 American was great fun. Eating Nasi Goreng any time of the day, swimming/snorkelling/surfing on beautiful beaches, temple visits and driving around on scooters is quite cool. Although, only when you don’t drop the scooter on your foot…. Like I did…. Oopsies. Other than this, I swear I am a good driver! Really. 😉

Going to Bali was a great way to unwind. I’ve also never been more close to my ultimate goal: being in Australia. Literally, it’s only a few hours away. Something really has to go wrong if I am not going to make it to Australia at this stage. Maybe another scooter incident, but let’s not jinx this will happen. Anyways. In the video some beautiful things I have seen.

Some wise words on a toilet door.


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My face when I woke up in Bali – Indonesia.
Okay.. Maybe I had some more bags under my eyes, but still..

The last weeks were hectic with packing boxes, working and finishing projects, moving furniture, arranging everything that comes with moving abroad, Christmas dinners and lot’s of goodbyes. 

As you might understand it never goes completely smooth. There were many things I was struggling with in the meantime:

– Requesting to keep my phone number from the telephone provider, which failed a million times (FYI: luckily my Dutch number still works)

– A couch that had to go over the balcony, through my flatmates window and down to the first floor. Which had to be done by some guys that just couldn’t see how that would work. The positive note: I have gained some extra muscles to be able to carry all the luggage around.

– The stress of writing the work handovers. I would like to leave them behind as complete as possible. I can’t help feeling there might be something missing. Sorry boss!

– Dilemma’s: what to bring and mostly what not to bring. 

– Gaining weight because I had a bit too much of all the Dutch candies, cause yeah.. I’m a sweet tooth and getting Oliebollen in Australia will be tough. So why not enjoy the dough ball with a massive layer of sugar every time you have the chance. Totally worth it! 

– Organising a goodbye dinner on the ‘third’ Christmas day, expecting cancellations, but then everyone then manages to show: Where to have them seated? What would the menu be like? Should I just order MC Donalds? 😳 Luckily the dinner was a success, as in: a 3-course Italian meal, loads of wine, karaoke and going to bed at 05:30 in the morning. I hope the songs were my neighbour’s taste, cause they certainly got a free show all night long. 

– Two weeks of speed dating with everyone, because there’s just not enough hours in a day. Chilling on the couch wasn’t really part of my daily routine anymore. (Might also be because the couch turned into one big gap at that moment and that is way less comfortable.)

– Questions like: Should I buy another bottle of laundry cleaner or just steal a bit from my roommate? I am curious if he noticed, but at least he knows now. 

At some point it was done. It was time to leave for Schiphol and sit in the plane doing absolutely nothing. I have never felt more appreciation than being at Schiphol with people I love. 

After two long, very long flights I arrived in Bali. Even though it was still a 4,5 hour drive to the North of the island we managed to make it in time for the New Years eve. @Lisa: thank you for listening to my snoring in the car! Or as you say: “it was cute.” You’re too kind.

Best wishes to all of you! May you also do the things you love in the coming year. 

Claiming as many hugs and kisses as possible.


Only 20 days to go and I will be sitting on a plane towards Bali, Indonesia. Where I will arrive on the 31st of December; just in time to cheers to the new year. I have the chance to meet my friends in Bali; one couple that came all the way from Australia and another couple that are travelling the world together and will continue to do so for the upcoming year. Weird that the next time I will see them it will be 12098KM from here. The world seems so small all of a sudden, even it’s insanely big. It’s quite a comforting thought that I know people all over the world.  

For me this will be a great start to the new year. The only thing I hope, and I don’t want to jinx it right now, is that that the mosquito’s won’t lay their eyes (or rather their needles) on me. It seems they always know how to find me. This morning I heard that my friend got the Dengue virus and now I just keep my fingers crossed
that this won’t happen to me. 
A picture taken like a real tourist on a bridge in Amsterdam. I will definitely miss this view every morning.
This trip to Bali is the start of a bigger adventure: moving to Australia.I am sometimes wondering: “What the heck are you doing, Lianne?”. Moving to literally the other side of the world, with no certainty of having an income, roof over your head or a specific plan for the future. I simply don’t have a plan, because I don’t know what is next for me. I would like to challenge myself and gain experience and knowledge. It might be the stupidest thing I have ever done and I might have a blind spot (or a ‘bord voor je kop’ as we say in Dutch) for the risks I am taking, but at the same time I strongly believe you learn from new experiences. I just have to keep in mind that whether it will go wrong or right, both won’t ever be really wrong cause I tried. I can tell you: this small rhyme wasn’t on purpose and has nothing to do with ‘Sinterklaas’ that was celebrated in Holland last week. Although I’m happy that I could still enjoy my fair share of “kruidnoten” and “chocoladeletters” before I leave.   

In these last 20 days I am in full appreciation mode of everything I need to say goodbye to: me being a project manager at D/DOCK, my family and friends, the city of Amsterdam and just everything that made me who I am today. A more confident lady than the shy kid I used to be, that now dares to take decisions like these. A girl that makes fun of herself (yeah I can tell you: my double chin brings all the boys to the yard, damn right it’s better than yours) and wants everyone to feel good. Even though I am fully aware of the step I’m taking, I do feel like this step is a bit blurred due to everything happening here. It feels super unnatural to leave everything and everyone behind. And in the end: I don’t know what to expect and therefore I will just have to let go and see what happens. Letting go and just winging it, while being a project manager, is the scariest thing of all. 

My future is of course not a complete blank dot on the horizon. The people around me know about my ambitions and my constant drive to set bigger goals. For Australia I also have a (even though it’s super flexible) plan. Taking care of the environment is an ongoing big topic and with that comes a rise of eco-hospitality, sustainable products, new processes and awareness. My aim is to gain more knowledge on these topics, especially in construction. I am expecting this will be useful in my career and to eventually be able to give back to the world. Even if I have to start as a construction worker painting walls, drilling holes or just cleaning the construction site, I see huge benefits as I will take information with me that are valuable for taking next steps. Yes, yes, Bob. I mean.. Li the builder at your service! 

Now I will focus on getting through these weeks of preparing (insurances, registration, cleaning, moving, organization: the fun stuff. *AHUM*) and then be completely open to whatever is coming my way. 

Please reserve a couch in case I do end up on the streets somewhere in the outback and only able to pay for a one-way ticket back to The Netherlands. 

Lots of love,
Panicking, but trying to keep my head cool….