My husband and I met in 2015.

I had recently been dumped, and he had recently been divorced. After spending a somewhat lonely New Year’s Eve surrounded by friends and their families, he decided that by the following year he’d be celebrating with a new girlfriend instead of sleeping on someone’s couch.

At 1am that night, he logged into an online dating profile a friend had created for him and messaged ten women in one sitting.

I was one of only three who replied.

He met one of the other women who responded, who apparently had too much lip filler… and somehow, I became the lucky winner.

His profile name was “Globetrotter.”

He was a funny, adventurous man originally from Africa who had moved to Australia as a teenager and spent half of every month travelling across Asia for work. He made me laugh constantly, and from the very beginning, life with him felt exciting, spontaneous and full of possibility.

I already loved travel and wanted to see more of the world, but I could never have imagined what the next decade would bring.

Growing up in remote Australia, my earliest travel memories were mostly long road trips and beach holidays around Sydney and the Central Coast. Then, in 1999, I went on a whirlwind Rugby World Cup adventure through the UK and France, which gave me a taste for travelling much further from home.

In my late twenties, I moved to London and lived and worked there for two years. Europe was suddenly on my doorstep, and I made the most of it. I travelled to France, Austria, Italy, Germany, Switzerland, Croatia, Belgium and the Netherlands, often squeezing as much as possible into a weekend. We’d sightsee all day, party all night and somehow make an early flight back to London on Monday morning.

Travel quietened down considerably when I moved back to Australia. There were a few trips to Bali for weddings and, not long before I met Lee, a post-breakup escape to Hawaii.

I was clearly on the rebound.

Then I met Lee, and life accelerated again.

Within weeks, we were in New Zealand. Within months, I was joining him on some of his work trips through Asia, visiting places like Singapore, Hong Kong, Macau and the Philippines. Suddenly, travel wasn’t something that happened once or twice a year. It became part of our everyday life together.

A year after we met, my “Globetrotter” was offered an opportunity in the United States. Around the same time, we got married, found out we were expecting our daughter, packed up our lives and moved to a new country.

Shortly after arriving in the United States, our daughter was born, with my two stepsons joining us around the same time – one arriving before her and the other shortly afterwards.

It was a lot of change in a very short space of time.

Despite the move, the travel never really slowed down. My husband continued travelling through Asia every month, while I built my own career at a global company. Somewhere between work, school schedules and everyday life, travel became the thing that helped us reconnect as a family.

We use every bit of paid time off and every school holiday we can to explore somewhere new. We maximise weekends, take spontaneous long-haul trips when we can, chase tropical beaches and beautiful sunsets, and somehow our daughter – from the time she was a baby – has simply learned to fit into our slightly chaotic travel lifestyle.

Sometimes enthusiastically… sometimes reluctantly.

We’re casual people who love new experiences, local restaurants, good coffee, interesting conversations and meeting people from all over the world. We don’t travel perfectly, and things don’t always go according to plan, but those are often the stories we end up remembering most.

Travel has become our way of reconnecting, celebrating, resetting and creating memories together.

I started Mrs Globetrotter as a creative outlet – somewhere to document our travel stories, share places we genuinely love and hopefully inspire other families, women and working parents to make travel part of their lives too.

And maybe one day, it will help our daughter remember all the places she’s already been.

So here I am – Mrs Globetrotter.

Married to my Globetrotter.

With one little Miss Globetrotter tagging along for the ride.