For some reason, I always wanted to live in Australia. I still don’t know if it’s the naive image I had of it as a teenager – sunny, happy, laid-back – or just that it is far, far away from my European life, but I made it a point that one day, I’ll live there.
It could have been one of those things we say and never do. But when I turned 23, in a matter of a month, I quit my job, got a Working Holiday visa, packed my bags and left. I was so unprepared it should have been a disaster. It turned out to be the best decision I’ve made. I lived in Sydney for two years – and travelled around – and these sketches are little pieces of my Sydneysider life.