Continuing in our series of Migrant Tales – first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand taken from locations around the net.
Today’s tale first appeared on Stuff.co.nz in response to its ‘Welcome to New Zealand’ assignment. The author, Leigh Martin, writes about a reduced quality of life and says the scenery isn’t enough to compensate for all the downsides. She says the government’s method of attracting skilled migrants is nothing better than a confidence trick to increase the country’s meagre tax take.
Like so many migrants before her she now plans to leave New Zealand and return to Britain: ” Sometimes you have to leave what you knew in order to come back to appreciate it, this is how I feel about the UK these days.”
Life in New Zealand is full of annoyances and I struggle to find anything to counteract them.
The cost of living is ridiculous, the internet is crap, international travel is stupidly expensive. I earn a reasonable salary and I have to make sacrifices that I’ve never made in Europe. I don’t know how people manage to be honest on low incomes – you aren’t told this when you research and consider the move here. The quality of the housing stock is laughable.
The whole No 8 wire mentality is annoying, it’s an excuse for having to make do. The Government should hang its head in shame regarding the amount of people here that have to make do. It seems you have to leave NZ to get on, and only then can you afford to come back. Or you can stay and make do.
There is a level of casual racism here that is shocking if you’ve come from a PC country; I hear things that make me cringe, about Asians in particular, but I’m not immune to it as a Pom, having had it directed at me a few times.
Rugby is just a sport NZ, it really is just a sport. You have issues with family violence, family poverty and drug use yet an All Black doing anything seems to be the news item of the day when it happens, I can’t get my head around that given the problems you face.
I had hoped for more when moving to NZ than it ever delivered. It’s not NZ’s fault, it’s a confidence trick carried out by the government to get people into NZ to pay tax and work. Once here it is easy to become trapped because of the cost of living and the relative weakness of the dollar. If you come, make sure you have an escape fund because the day will come when you might need it.
I have no intention of spending a day longer here than I have to. Sometimes you have to leave what you knew in order to come back to appreciate it, this is how I feel about the UK these days.
I’m going home, as soon as I can.
It’s a beautiful country but people seem reluctant to kick back and say enough is enough – the tall poppy effect works as an instrument of social control. You deserve better NZ.
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Just seen this on NZ herald http://www.nzherald.co.nz/lifestyle/news/article.cfm?c_id=6&objectid=11275647
Saddest time in life = moving to NZ
Happiest = moving to England
I apologise if this is not relevant to the topic. However, you might want to share the video footage. The page I clicked on Stuff had the caption “Were these tourists”. The government in New Zealand seems to want to blame tourists for the poor quality of roads and unsafe driving culture in New Zealand. Of course, tourists cause some accidents, but no one has demonstrated empirically that they cause accidents at a higher rate than New Zealanders do.
Please note the absence of unbroken lines showing where it is unsafe to pass. This is common in the First World, but often not present on New Zealand roads.
More bad stories than good ones, on Stuff? Why aren’t more of the happy immigrants writing in? Maybe there aren’t more of them? Most of the immigrants I knew kept their mouths shut except to other immigrants whose eyes were open and knew they too could leave (if they could only manage the financial end of it), and left.
It amuses me how much ACT party clown Clint Heine despises the English and slates the country all the time despite living there.
I have lived here for the last 20 years and am now retired. I have come to hate this country which even takes my English pension off me as “It is to help all New Zealanders by making the pension more affordable”. In other words the Pension I saved for through my Social Security payments is to be used to subsidise this government that is too mean to pay proper pensions although it can well afford to do so. I hope we get a new government after September but if not we will have to sell everything we own and come home to England and start yet again. Hard when you are nearly 70.
Such a bliss ignorance is, never before I realized this, but here in good old New Zealand.
After five years here, i am like a zombie myself, trying to presume that I am not a sheeple. My heavily flurodited brain will be soon taken over by the propagandists and soon shall I be institutionalized, ‘tamed’ like them, in this Island of destitute, desperate zombies.
Soon my individuality shall succumb to the mass hypnotism, of this despotic land, my sanity at the helm of the sheeple who are an astute example of the worse traits of humanity. The prime amongst which are pinnacle of ignorance and stupidity.
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