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Welcome to the latest in our very popular Migrant Tales series – hundreds of first hand accounts of the migrant experience of New Zealand.
Today’s tale was sent to us by a British migrant who has been in New Zealand for six long years and has finally gotten together the means to leave.
The New Zealand house market is starting to fall from its peak and the NZ dollar is strong. This is a good time to release capital from your property and use it to leave for somewhere better, before the bubble bursts.
Here’s her tale, and why she’s leaving…
“WE DID IT!!! I know all caps is rude, but I’m excited!!!
We sold our Auckland house, in this crappy market, we did it!
Before it all goes to rats and the Auckland market goes down we’re out!!!
Hoping to actually be leaving the country at the end of this month!
With a solid 100 thousand pounds deposit for a house back home in North Yorkshire!
No more late nights worrying about my three old, in light of recent stories about teen depression and suicide, with absolutely no plan by the government in how to even being to tackle it.
I don’t have to worry that someone is going to try to teach my kid to ‘toughen up’ ‘take a concrete pill’ ‘a little bullying makes us what we are’ none of that crap for my boy.
No more worries that even if I did manage to push him through ’tis woefully lacking school system that he’s still going to have sky high student debts with slim chance of a job at the end of it all.
No more worries that he will never, never own a house.
Or even more worrying that he will need up in a Rickety old crappy house, that is slowing killing him.
No more worrying about whether we can have meat for dinner or not, on a combined income of over 170 thousand we still struggle to decide what to eat because our budget is so tight.
No more being told that as an immigrant i took someone’s job-get off your ass and go to dental school if you want me job!
Or that it’s my fault the house prices are so high! Are you shi**ing me! I live a full 50k drive one way from work, my commute 1 way is over an hour and half, and that’s cos that’s all we could afford!
No more watching shops open and close open and close at my local plaza, it’s so depressing, Auckland feels like people just clawing over people to try and get businesses up and running, just to try and survive.
No more having to read comments on my local ‘free stuff’ Facebook group like ‘does may have any spare antibiotics? My kid is sick and I can’t afford the doctor’, ‘does anyone have any spare clothes for a four year old, my kid doesn’t fit his anymore and I can’t afford to get him some’.
No more taking my life in my hands when I drive anywhere. Seriously, what the heck is wrong with the driving here???
We did 6 years, I feel like I let myself slip back job wise, my husband certainly has never had the work opportunities here he did in the UK.
Neither of us have had the respect or the gratitude from our workmates here that we did in the U.K. In fact here, were met with mistrust and outright disdain.
And the biggest sign that we should go? My Facebook post to announce we’re leaving…all my kiwi friends ‘ah well, yes, English do struggle here, its a shams you couldn’t make it work’ YOU. Like it’s all my fault. Like they don’t see at all, even 1 bit of our point of view.
Or ‘god, you’re going back to England? Why?! It’s soooo much better weather here!’ No it’s not. Not when you think at least when it rains in England I’m in a good, warm, solid house.
‘You’re going back? See you in 6 months when you realise your mistake’ nope you just won’t!!!
Ain’t no way we’re coming back!
We’re outta here! And it’s the best nights sleep I’ve had in three years when we found out we had sold the house!!!
Bring on North Yorkshire!
We just can’t wait!”
For more in the series click here: Migrant Tales
An example of New Zealand’s “much better weather”:
Can you imagine all this in a damp home, with no double glazing, little insulation and no central heating. Venture outside and you’ll find frozen, ungritted roads.