Emigrating – we’re off.

Flag of potential new home

 So what do you do. In the middle of a mid-life crisis when two of your best friends arrive on your doorstep and announce out of the blue they are emigrating.

Emigrating?

Yes we’re off.

Where to?

New Zealand

New f***** Zealand?

Yup

Why?

Uk’s f****d

Is it?

Yeh come on.

Oh God it is isn’t it?

Yup.

2 hours later a lot of chat a lot of wine and frankly I am ready to roll, pack the bin liner and run.

Problem is it’s not a bin liner any more. It’s standing orders, direct debits, broadband and TV contracts, schools, dogs, cars, homes, uprooting, saying farewell to friends, family, my local pub. It dawns on me at this age it’s visceral. What started as meaningless minutea has become a hot pumping blood line to my heart. It’s all we have. It’s us. How did that happen?

  • Catrina

    Emigrating sounds extremely tempting.Myself, I will knuckle down,battle on and not let life, or politics, grind me down. Oh! and have loads of fun and good times while I am at it 🙂 Thankyou Rod Stewart, at the 02 arena London, last Saturday.Thats what I call living,despite the credit crunch. The best song of the evening……'The first cut is the deepest' dedicated to our new government,who may, or may not, turn the country around.Time will tell.