Living in New Zealand as a migrant, during the worlds craziest unified experience ever has been surreal. It has been a mix of emotions. Guilt, watching my friends and family around the world. How did we get so lucky to be in the safest most stable place. Relief, knowing we are here and we are…
Being an Expat
Home. Where the heart breaks?
I sit here in my privileged little bubble. My house up on the hill, with my view of the ocean. Heating, a flushable toilet, running water. Groceries in the cupboard. Much much more than we need. We buy in advance, enough for a month. A freezer full of meat. We did not stockpile toilet paper….
11 Months since emigrating to New Zealand
It has been a whole 11 months since emigrating to New Zealand. It’s crazy, a colleague asked me today how long I’d been here and I said 9 months without thinking. Then I counted and it has been ELEVEN months. In a month from now, it will be a year. A full year since we…