move to the UK

Ever since I can remember I’ve hated living in Australia. Sure it’s pretty in places and it has other good points, but I die a horrible, sticky death every summer! In my perfect little ME/CFS free imaginary world I would finish my degree, work for a year or so as a Librarian here, then find a job and move to the UK. Somewhere north where it’s nice and cold and peaceful. Of course, my planned tour of the UK will also be doubling as a kind of inspection to see whether my hopes are idealic or right on the money. In the meantime, I still dream, and plot, and dream some more.