By the time I was eight years old I’d lived in two countries, on both sides of Australia, and had already attended three different schools before most kids had learned their times tables. Home was never one place. It was wherever we were together. And I think that’s where my love of travel really began.

When I was a kid, my parents packed us up for six months and we travelled around Australia in tents. We camped under wide open skies, I broke both of my arms in Darwin, we swam in crocodile infested waters, & I learned that adventure doesn’t wait until it feels convenient. My parents pushed us in every aspect of life. I complained. A lot (sorry Mum & Dad). But it shaped me in ways I’m endlessly grateful for now.

I’m happiest when I’m exploring somewhere new. I’ve visited 31 countries and counting, and I still get that same flutter of excitement every time I step off a plane somewhere unfamiliar. There’s something about discovering a new place that makes you feel more alive, more present, more connected to the people you’re with.

I had a big wedding. I followed Pinterest trends. I did what felt expected at the time. And 13 years later, if I’m being completely honest, I wish we’d had a pot luck party in my parents’ backyard garden where we actually got married. In a place that mattered to us deeply, surrounded by our nearest and dearest.

This is part of why I care so deeply about helping couples create a day that truly reflects who they are. Because I know what it’s like to look back and think, “I wish we’d done it a little differently.” And I never want you to feel that way about your day.