I feel like lately, the only thing I ever feel like writing about is my journey into another country. It’s not because I FEEL like boring you with the ins and outs of what moving entails but it’s because this is literally my entire life. I have a million things to do and they ALL revolve around moving to a new place. Migration is not easy, that’s one thing I know for sure! The weird part is that it feels so much like my real life has just come to
When we decided it was time to leave home, and that migration was the way to go, we jumped into it fully. There was nothing to question – we wanted something else and that meant moving countries. Both of us proud South Africans that have felt the need to let go of home and move to a new place, make a new life. Start something else! So we thought for a while and we looked at our needs and we weighed up the odds – and we made a decision!
I haven’t felt like writing lately. Truth be told, I haven’t felt like doing much else other than cry. It feels somewhat ridiculous even putting this out there – the fact that I’m crying over the loss of a thing. A thing with no meaning more than memories attached to it. But I’m getting ahead of myself As you may know if you read this blog regularly, we are moving to New Zealand. Well at least that is the hope. So far, there have been steps taken towards that move
If you came here to read about how fun migrating is, you will be severely disappointed. It. Is. Not. Fun! Holy hell, I knew it would be tough but I had no idea about exactly what that would mean. We decided in April this year to move across the world and after doing A LOT of research, including seeing a migration agent, we decided that New Zealand was the absolute right fit for us. It happened to fit a lot of our requirements but a big one was that the
A little while ago I wrote a blog post called When is it time to just say enough is enough? and I haven’t really mentioned anything about it since then so I thought it was time to let you know that we took this question pretty seriously and after doing lots and lots of research, we decided that actually, the time was now. So we are moving to New Zealand if they will have us. Of course the decision wasn’t taken lightly and there have been lots of things to consider
I don’t want to be one of those people who just runs away. I’m terrified of being that person. So terrified that perhaps I choose to live in denial instead but when is enough really enough? This last week has really shaken me up. I don’t know why it was so different to any of the weeks before or the months, years before that. It hasn’t been really but maybe my perspective is changing? You see, my 19month old son has been on school holidays for the last two weeks