Angie Abingdon

Personal takes, life lessons, and everything in between.

It started with a chat in a Swindon nightclub and ended — decades later — with six suitcases and a one-way flight. This is the story behind the move, the emotional pull of family, and the quiet chaos of leaving everything behind.

Lost passports, overweight luggage, and a £150 cabin bag scramble — not to mention a jar of mustard that didn’t survive security. The second part of the journey was less tidy, more frantic… and surprisingly unforgettable.

The moment the plane landed was unforgettable. Reunited with loved ones, navigating visas, time zones, and six suitcases — this is the story of those first surreal days on Aussie soil, from hugging at the airport to finding a home in the bush.

It started with a chat in a Swindon nightclub and ended — decades later — with six suitcases and a one-way flight. This is the story behind the move, the emotional pull of family, and the quiet chaos of leaving everything behind.

Fed up with dangerous roads and council inaction, I took matters into my own hands — and a road sign. What started as a cheeky late-night prank with my daughter turned into a local mystery, media attention, and a national headline in the Daily Mail.

I’m Angie Abingdon — English by birth, Aussie by life choice.

I write about things that matter to me: family, big moves, small moments, uncomfortable truths, and whatever else bubbles up.

Sometimes reflective, sometimes ranty. Always real.

This site is my corner of the internet to share personal stories, insights, and bits of life that don’t fit neatly into social media boxes.

I now live on the Gold Coast, Australia, after decades in the UK — and yes, that move was emotional. I blog here and on Medium about noticing things — the quiet contrasts, the odd habits, the unexpected beauty. Making mental notes, sometimes sharing them. Always trying to make sense of what this new life means.