(Or the Hardest Decisions when Emigrating Part 3)
My brother commented recently that we seem to be having a bigger farewell tour than Westlife. For anyone reading this who hasn’t heard of Westlife, they were a 5-piece boyband from Ireland who became a 4-piece and then decided they should split up and have a big farewell tour that went on and on…look them up if you enjoy cheesy-boyband-key-change music!
Anyway, the farewell tour really began in earnest on Weds 19th when I left my job. I have had the privilege of working with some genuinely lovely people, many of whom I would consider friends. It is difficult to walk away from such an environment – it would be far easier if I hated my job and all that went with it…but I don’t…I think my wife and I were just ready for a new challenge in life…so why not move to the other side of our blue planet?
There were lots of hugs, a few tears, a few kisses, and a genuine thanks from me for all of the help and support from those people who I have shared many laughs and good times with over the past 6 years or so.
After the house was packed up into a 20-foot container (which caused some emotions in itself) to be shipped out to NZ, we spent the night locally with our close friends, Phil and Claire. A lovely evening ensued – Claire is a great cook and they are great hosts…Phil even got out his Black Cock (a Thai spirit) which was proven horrible and smelled like nail polish remover…I decided not to try it! The four of us were surprisingly quite emotional as we departed and the challenge for all friends is to make the effort to keep in touch which is part of what this blog is about in addition to giving my insight to anyone who is interested in moving to the far side of the world.
We had to clean our house one last time before leaving to see my brother-in-law and family. My wife then experienced the emotion of the move for the first time as she won’t see her brother in person for a while – coupled with not seeing our niece and nephew develop (they are both very young). It was really touching to watch them embrace.
My Mum’s was the next location for 2 nights within which we managed a last meeting with my brother and his girlfriend too. Again, emotions surfaced amidst a relaxing weekend – they seem to strike unexpectedly and often away from the moments of farewell themselves. It seems to get a little harder to move on from each stop on this “tour”. We ate out 6 nights in a row as we moved about our crowded island.
And lastly we went to my wife’s parents for 2 nights before the big move, and saw her Nana as well – who has said she might not see us again – something which of course adds to the emotional mix. Undoubtedly, this family departure is hard for my wife but it is so great that we are able to spend our last days in the UK for a while with family.
And now we head to Heathrow (Union Flag socks duly sported in case of need to remove shoes in security situations) for the exit from the UK. Bring it on!!!!! We wouldn’t be human without emotion but my goodness it makes leaving tougher! I will be back online once landed as the adventure starts properly…wish us luck! Feels like the blog so far has been leading to this point…and I can’t wait to take you all on this journey with me…