Zac Efron has been traveling around the world frequently since he shot to fame, both for work and leisure. Still, he kept living in California, where he was born and raised. However, it all suddenly changed after he chose to spend some time abroad and he realized he needed to change the way he lived in order to find true happiness.
He lived most of his life in the United States.
Originally from San Luis Obispo, in California, Zac Efron spent the majority of his life in the United States, having grown up close to the heart of Hollywood. Despite this, his parents were never involved in the entertainment business. Still, he took his first steps into that world early on in his life. His journey in acting and singing began during his time at Arroyo Grande High School in the early 2000s, with a drama teacher playing a pivotal role in connecting him to an agent.
After he achieved success with teen flicks like the High School Musical trilogy and 17 Again(2009), he shifted into more dramatic roles in films such as The Greatest Showman(2017) and, more recently, Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile(2019). It was this ever-growing filmography that allowed him to amass a net worth of around $25 million and gave him the opportunity to purchase a mansion in Los Feliz, Los Angeles, in 2013. He lived there for seven years until he no longer felt like it was the right place for him.
So, what happened to Zac Efron to make him change his mind? Keep reading to find out.
His L.A. house had everything to offer, but ultimately it wasn’t enough.
The 36-year-old actor put his Los Feliz home up for sale in December, 2020, and the listing made public the house’s astounding features. The property, which is nestled against the Hollywood Hills and located in a prestigious neighborhood filled with plenty of celebrity residents, offers breathtaking views, accentuated by walls of glass, terraces, and numerous outdoor spaces that offer panoramic vistas of the city below.
With five bedrooms and five bathrooms within its 5.455-square-foot layout, the main level includes a living area, dining room, chef’s kitchen adjoining a family room, and a master suite with a spa-like bathroom. But that’s not all!
Additionally, it has three bedrooms with bathrooms downstairs, along with a separate one-bedroom, one-bath guesthouse. It also features amenities such as a gym, media room, game room and security cameras, and the outdoor space includes view decks suitable for outdoor dining and lounging.
So, with all its potential, it wasn’t shocking that it sold in only a few months, in spite of the hefty price tag. In May 2021, the house sold for $5.3 million. Albeit below the initial asking price of $5.9 million, it still marks a profitable venture for Efron, as he paid around $4 million when he first purchased the property.
He fell in love with a different country.
In 2020, Efron made a move that had a deep impact on him — he relocated to Byron Bay, Australia. Back then, he still owned the Los Feliz mansion, so many thought it was just a temporary home. The fact that he lived out of a van, before buying a property in the Australian beachside town also led many to believe nothing much could come of the move.
However, he shot the second season of his Netflix documentary series Down to Earththere, which allowed him to spend over a year with the Aussies. Eventually, he did return to the US to enjoy quality time with his family, but it wasn’t long before he was once again on Australian ground. This time, it was to shoot Ricky Stanicky, a movie in which he co-stars with John Cena and that has yet to have a set date for its debut.
But a special situation might have sealed the deal for his ever-growing bond with the country. Shortly after he moved to Australia, Efron found love. He met Vanessa Valladares, a waitress at the Byron Bay General Store & Cafe, in June 2020. They began dating and eventually spent Christmas and New Year’s together in Australia. Although the couple has since called it quits, the relationship might have been the final trigger of Efron’s decision to move permanently from the US, as he then put his L.A. home on the market.
Finally, a source close to the actor revealed in January 2021, that Efron already considered Australia “home.”
The actor doesn’t think Hollywood is a healthy place to live in.
The actor had previously expressed his intention to move out of Hollywood, though, and it was precisely in a scene from Down to Earth. In the fourth episode, he candidly shared his desire to move away from the Hollywood scene and the lifestyle associated with it, and emphasized that it didn’t contribute in any way to a “long, happy, mentally-sound life.”
Curiously, what happened to Zac Efron also happened to Chris Hemsworth, in which both actors made the decision to move to Australia so they could distance themselves from the hecticness of Hollywood. Although Hemsworth himself is Australian, his mindset was similar to that of Efron.
In 2016, Hemsworth, known for his role as Thor in several Marvel movies, relocated his family from Los Angeles to Byron Bay. The 40-year-old similarly expressed a wish to escape the suffocating nature of being constantly surrounded by the entertainment industry. Opting for a more tranquil lifestyle, as of 2023, he and his family reside in a $20 million mega-mansion in Byron Bay’s hinterland, which they view as a healthier environment for their children to grow up in.
People often also wonder what happened to Zac Efron when it comes to his new appearance. His face changed considerably throughout the years but the drastic change isn’t down to plastic surgery. According to him, it’s because of an accident where he almost died.
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My Marriage Ended after My Husband and I Attended Our First Graduation Party in 10 Years
Angelica’s seemingly perfect marriage unraveled at her high school reunion after an old friend revealed a shocking secret about her husband, Tom. Devastated, Angelica must now confront him and decide how to move forward with her life.
My name is Angelica, and I still remember the first time I met Tom in high school. From the start, everyone knew we were meant to be together. We both came from affluent families, living a life of comfort and privilege.
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“We’re like a fairy tale,” Tom often said, smiling at me.
After college, we married and built a beautiful home together. We were blessed with two wonderful children, Emma and Jack. Our life was filled with family vacations, elegant dinners, and social gatherings.
“Our house feels like a dream,” I often told Tom. “I love our life.”
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“Me too, Angelica,” Tom would reply. “We’re so lucky.”
Weekends were spent playing with the kids in our backyard, hosting BBQs for friends and family, and enjoying quiet evenings together. One Saturday, as we grilled burgers, Emma and Jack ran around playing tag. Tom looked at me and said, “I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
“Neither would I,” I agreed, feeling content.
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To the outside world, we were the perfect couple. We rarely argued, always supported each other’s ambitions, and seemed to have everything one could wish for in a marriage.
Our friends often told us how lucky we were. They envied our love story, which seemed right out of a romantic movie. I often heard comments like, “You guys are the perfect couple,” and “I hope my marriage is as strong as yours.”
Then, one day, we received an invitation to our high school reunion. It had been ten years since we last saw our classmates, and we couldn’t wait to catch up with old friends.
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“Can you believe it’s been ten years?” Tom asked, looking at the invitation.
“It feels like yesterday,” I replied, excitement bubbling up. “It will be fun to see everyone again.”
We spent the next few weeks talking about the reunion, reminiscing about our high school days, and wondering what everyone else had been up to.
“Do you think Sarah will be there?” I asked Tom one evening.
“I hope so,” he said. “It would be great to see her again.”
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The night of the reunion finally arrived. We walked into the venue, excitement buzzing in the air. The room was decorated with old photos and school colors. Laughter and chatter filled the space as we greeted old friends.
“Angelica! Tom!” someone called out. We turned to see Sarah, an old classmate from a humble background who had been close to us during our school years.
“Sarah! It’s so good to see you,” I said, hugging her tightly.
“I’ve missed you both,” Sarah replied, smiling warmly.
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As we caught up, Sarah showed us pictures of her children. “These are my pride and joy,” she said, her eyes shining with pride.
“They’re beautiful,” I said, smiling. “How old are they now?”
“Emily is eight, and Joshua is ten,” Sarah replied, beaming. “They keep me busy, that’s for sure.”
Tom looked at the photos and said, “You must be so proud, Sarah.”
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“I am,” she said, her voice filled with love. “They mean the world to me.”
As I looked closer at the photos, my heart skipped a beat. There, on the neck of Sarah’s eldest child, Joshua, was a distinct birthmark identical to the one my husband has. A wave of nausea washed over me. I blinked, hoping I was imagining things, but the birthmark remained. It was unmistakable.
Tom stepped away to catch up with his old buddies, leaving me alone with Sarah. My mind raced with thoughts. I tried to keep my composure, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
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“Sarah,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper, “can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” she replied, her eyes widening.
“That birthmark… on Joshua’s neck. It’s just like Tom’s. It’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it?” I said, trying to sound casual, but my heart was pounding in my chest.
Sarah looked at me, eyes filled with sorrow and regret. “Angelica, I can’t lie anymore. Back in high school, Tom and I… we had an affair. It was brief, and we both regretted it. But then I found out I was pregnant.”
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I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. “Pregnant?” I whispered, barely able to form the words.
Sarah nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. “Yes. When I told Tom, he was shocked. He didn’t know what to do, so he told his parents. They all decided it was best to keep it a secret. They offered me a large sum of money and agreed to provide informal child support until Joshua turned 18, in exchange for my silence. They didn’t want to lose you as a daughter-in-law, coming from such a noble and wealthy family.”
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I stared at her, trying to process what I was hearing. “So… Joshua is Tom’s son?” My voice trembled, and I felt a lump in my throat.
“Yes,” Sarah replied, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry, Angelica. I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought this was the best way to handle it at the time. But living with this secret has been eating me up inside.”
I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to comprehend the betrayal. Without another word, I stood up and walked away, my heart shattered.
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The shock and devastation hit me like a tidal wave. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Betrayal, anger, sadness, and confusion all swirled together. I started to cry, unable to contain the overwhelming pain. I knew I couldn’t stay at the reunion any longer. I needed to get away, to process everything that had just been revealed.
I hurried out of the venue and drove home in a daze. When I arrived, I didn’t say anything to Tom. I just started packing. Tom followed me into the bedroom, his face etched with concern.
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“Angelica, what’s wrong? Why are you packing?” he asked, his voice trembling.
I glared at him, the weight of the secret suffocating me. “Don’t you dare act clueless, Tom,” I snapped, tears welling up in my eyes. “I know everything.”
His face went pale. “What are you talking about?”
“You lied to me for years,” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Sarah told me everything.”
Tom’s eyes widened in panic. “Angelica, please, let me explain—”
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“No,” I cut him off, my voice firm. “I’m done listening to your lies.”
I gathered the children’s things and loaded them into the car. Emma and Jack looked at me with confused eyes, but I couldn’t find the words to explain. I just needed to get away, to find solace somewhere.
“Mommy, where are we going?” Emma asked, her voice small.
“We’re going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
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Together with the children, I drove to my parents’ house in another city. The journey felt like a blur, my mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and heartbreak. When we arrived, my parents welcomed us with open arms, sensing that something was terribly wrong. I broke down and told them everything. They were shocked and devastated for me, but they offered unwavering support.
“We’re here for you, Angelica,” my mother said, holding me close. “Whatever you need, we’ll help you through this.”
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Over the next few days, I began to come to terms with the betrayal. The pain was still raw, but I knew I had to be strong for Emma and Jack. I started preparing for the divorce process. It wasn’t an easy decision, but I knew it was the right one. Tom’s betrayal had shattered the trust in our marriage, and there was no way to rebuild it.
My parents were my rock during this time. They helped me care for the children and offered emotional support. Their love and understanding gave me the strength I needed to move forward.
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As I prepared for the divorce, I felt a sense of resolve. This wasn’t the end for me; it was a new beginning. I was determined to move forward for the sake of my children and myself.
I found a lawyer and started the necessary paperwork. Each step in the process was painful, but it also felt like a step toward healing. I knew I had a long road ahead, but I was ready to face it.
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With the support of my family, I began to see a future beyond the betrayal. A future where I could find happiness and stability for myself and my children. I was preparing for a new chapter in my life, determined to move forward with resilience and hope.
This wasn’t the end of my story, but the beginning of a new one. One where I would emerge stronger, wiser, and ready to embrace whatever the future held.
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