Part 1
Many of you have probably wondered about “bugging out” to another country. I would like to share with you what I have learned after living in New Zealand for seven years. I will try to organize my thoughts in different categories to help you get some answers. The first part will cover why and how I made the leap. Part 2 of the article will discuss various experiences. Part 3 will cover weather, gun laws, cars, car insurance, and shopping. And in Part 4 I will finish by covering taxes, telecommunications costs, and post a “points system” locales evaluation spreadsheet that I came up with. You could customize this to help you decide on choosing other major or difficult decisions.
To begin with, I never considered moving to another country until I had children, later in life. Before marriage I could easily move around and stay one step ahead of any situations that I did not like or to take off and simply try something new. An example of this freedom was in 1995. I was working for an engineering company. I was one year out of school with a civil engineering degree. On a Friday I saw an ad online in the Seattle newspaper for an engineering job in Alaska. I interviewed for the job the next Tuesday on the phone and accepted the position. I gave notice and just two weeks later I was driving up the Alaskan Highway.
Before being married and having children I could pack up at the drop of a hat and relocate without worrying about anything I had left behind. It would be a long list if I were to write down everywhere I have lived and worked. Ah, the happy times of being single and free. I did settle down a bit later on so that I could build up capital for retirement.
Late in life, marriage and children came along. I had to consider their needs first. The primary areas of my concern were safety and education–along with the children having a chance to experience being a kid. I didn’t want to carpool to every school activity or have to watch out for gangs and drug needles in the parks. So I started searching the web. New Zealand came out on top of the search.
A Kiwi Norman Rockwell Moment
I would like to share a moment I experienced about six months after my family arrived in New Zealand. We were in Picton. This is a small town at the top of the south island. It’s where the ferry comes in and connects the north and south islands. My wife had a friend that owned a dairy shop–a place to by a loaf of bread, rent a movie or get some ice cream or milk. My children were there playing with their children. I sat in the car across the street next to a small park. I was listening to the radio. It was a nice summer day and three kids ranging in age from about 5 to 10 walked across the grass in bare feet. They went into the shop and came out a few minutes later with ice cream cones. The oldest child looked out for the younger ones as they crossed the street. They slowly walked back across the park eating their ice cream, laughing without a care in the world. To me it was like a Norman Rockwell scene. There were no caps on backwards or pants hanging down.
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