Continuing in our series of Migrant Tales – first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand.
Today’s tale was sent in by a reader. She is married to a New Zealander but even that didn’t ‘buy her an in’ to New Zealand. The “hell” of life in New Zealand for some people is a stark contrast to the amazing scenery. Lifestyle and the pleasant landscape are often used as bait to attract migrants to New Zealand, however its toxic culture and high cost of living are why so many of them don’t stay long.
Here’s her tale:
“Dear e2nz readers, here is my story of my short stay in NZ.
Short version: Married to New Zealander man, miserable 3 months, shortly returned to my country.
Long Version: I really want to share my story because, I am back in my country now and even though I tell people have they have no idea of the hell i gone through as they have this “amazing country” of NZ in their minds.They just can not understand me. I feel miserable of my decision to go to NZ and trying to get back my life now. After 1 year of dating, where we actually saw each other only 10 weeks, being madly in love I made the decision to get married to him. I read about all these nice things about Nz. Quit my job, rented my flat and went to be with him. I now hate the word kiwi, so saying New Zealander instead. So my New Zealander husband and i couldn’t make it. won’t get into details as this is not a relationship solution website.
The thing is apart from my relationship where i was mistreated, my whole experience was terrible. We were living in the south of Auckland in the same house with his mother that treated me like shit. The only place i could go by walking distance was the supermarket. The NZ goverment didnt give me a work visa although i had a big experience back my country. So there was no way i could get a job.( i needed to wait at least 6 months to apply for work visa) I had to depend on my husband which was terrible as i was living alone and earning my own money before. Looking back now i am questioning if the NZ culture has a bad effect on adult man. Would be a cliche and you might argue i was too naive to move there without knowing him well but as soon as i was there he kind of changed. I find myself as a woman who needs to get happy just becouse his husband come home in the evenings, I like to think i was brave enough to follow my love and try but didn’t work.
End of three months i couldn’t take it anymore. I am just glad i met wonderfull expat friends there. Saw nice places and amazing views. And really thats it.
The other things that made my life terrible in NZ:
1) Getting cold even in summer night. Can’t imagine the winter.
2) 30 hour train is 5$ something, life without a car is tough
3) Not felt secure as a women after it gets dark walking from train station to home.
4) What we could afford to eat outside was only burgers.
5) Being corrected all the time to use certain phrases or words they use in NZ, like they sea “tea” for dinner etc.
6) Obvious bad hygine in food places that receive “A” grade in hygene.
7) I could not afford to go to culturel things like concerts, theathres so i can not comment of these.
8) Eating healthy ( fruit and vegetables) crazy expensive.
Unless if you have money to afford things or live in a nice place, I would say NZ is a terrible place. I saw that people are so in debt they can not get loans from banks and getting loans in unbelievable interest rates from non bank places. This is illegal in my country.People are desperate and in the supermarket we go they would ( well us too) choose either not to buy any fruits for example or only get 1 kind.
Being so isolated and away from your family and friends and rest of the world, you expect a kind of quality of life. But in my opinion this doesnt exist in NZ.”
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