From Europe to New Zealand…there’s a thousand of stories like this, each of them is unique, each of them is different.
I’ve been down that road a while ago.
My story in a nutshell? One day I decided to go to New Zealand, so off I went. What a nice place I thought, but no way I would ever live here. Few months later I met a guy. Few years later I ended up…in New Zealand.
It’s easy to fall in love with this god forgotten country. Landscapes to die for, time seems to pass by slower, people are open minded and welcoming. Often you come across a place where you feel like you’re the first human who set his foot on this slice of paradise. There ain’t a place like this anywhere else … you might think. This feeling ends exactly in that moment when you start to live here. That’s when you fall off cloud number nine right on the ground head first. Good news is that this doesn’t apply to New Zealand only. It applies to any country in the world where you’re lucky enough to go from visitor or tourist stage to resident/citizen stage.
Living in multiple countries during your life is undoubtedly an amazing adventure, it opens up your horizon, but your past experiences also gives you option to … compare. To compare how things are or aren’t working in one country and how they would or wouldn’t work in another one. Finding common ground is not always easy though tolerance and sense of humour sure are useful while doing so.
If you’re brave enough to read any article here, you’ll soon find out that I compare. In fact, sometimes you might feel that’s all I do (and fair enough!). For me it’s kind of therapy to ventilate what needs to get out and to get over reality, that certain things I cannot change, but I can accept them. So dive in if you want to find out more…
WARNING: Contains irony and sarcasm in high doses, if you’re taking yourself too seriously, this might not be a safe place for you.