Me (on an ecstatic phone call to Mr. B) : ‘AHHHHH!! Ohhhhh maiiiii gawd. Did you see the email?’
Mr. B, cool as a cucumber responds, ‘ What email? What is it? Is everything ok?’
Me, ‘Everything is awesome!!’ (cue singing the Lego movie theme tune)…. ‘Our visas. They were granted over night! WE HAVE OUR VISAS!!’ –
At the risk of sounding oh so very cliché, that email, that phone call, they really were life changing. It’s the accumulation of around 6 years worth of daydreaming about a different way of life, & meticulously plotting our escape from the UK. It’s the reward for slogging away over the past 3 years, sifting through mountains of paperwork & subjecting the Mr. to assessment after assessment (to satisfy the Oz government & their criteria of his occupation). It’s been 1 year since we employed the services of a migration consultant, & 4 months from the moment we submitted our final application. Even after all of this, it’s only just the beginning. The start of a new adventure, & a brand new chapter for team Bananas.
It’s likely, that a fair few of you reading this will have some kind inkling on our plans to relocate to the other side of the world- I’ve only really mentioned it on here in ‘passing’. & The reason for this? I guess there was a part of me scared to jinx the outcome, if I was to prematurely discuss it, in such an open way.
Well…..NOT ANYMORE!! Early next year, the three of us will be leaving the UK for sunnier climes, & more laid back way of life- heading to the land down under, to call Sydney home. I’m not gonna lie, writing that down? Terrifies & excites me, in equal measure. I don’t think the magnitude of such a decision will really hit home until we pack up all our belongings & hop on that plane.
We’re under no illusion of just how hard this entire relocation will be, for all of us. From the obvious emotional upheaval, missing our nearest & dearest, to our new family dynamics, routine & structure. But I’m optimistic that everything will work out & this is, without a shadow of a doubt, the best thing for us as a family.I’m conscious not to turn this announcement into an essay, but I guess there are a few points I should include, so I’ll try & keep them brief…
Why move? Numerous reasons. Firstly, my childhood was spent on the tropical isle of Borneo & I desperately seek the outdoor way of life, coupled with some warmth. It’s a lifestyle I’d love for my son to experience, & as parents we feel like Australia has far more opportunities available to offer him for the future (sadly, We’ve grown tired & disillusioned with the UK).
Mr. B’s skills are ‘in demand’, easily transferrable out there, & thus made applying for a visa applicable (he’s a plumber by trade). Here, in the UK, he’s self-employed, & although there are huge benefits to this, & we’re moderately ‘comfortable’, we hardly see one & another, with such a high demand on his workload. In Australia, he intends to become an employee, & we hope to strike a better life balance: coupled with all the outdoors activities we can participate in as a family, helped by a more accessible climate, year round.
An added bonus, obvs, is that they drive on left & speak the same language. Kinda. Struuuth Sheila. 😉
Cost of living- considering we’re relocating from a South East London borough, to a suburb just north of Sydney, we don’t expect to be financially any better off. If anything, the cost of living is likely to be higher & our income lower, therefore making us financially worse off. As I said before, our incentive isn’t monetary driven.
Job: ‘Does Mr. B have a job to go to?’ …..Errr, no. Not as yet. I know, I know, this sounds insane. He’s leaving the security of an established, successful business, to move half way around the world, to, nothing. In an ideal world, between now & leaving (mid to end of Feb 2016 is our provisional date) we’d like to try & secure a job offer, or at least line up some interviews for as soon as we arrive. But, within the trade industry, it’s much easier & common practice, to obtain an offer of employment in person, based upon an assessment of your skill set & knowledge, rather than over email/ skype. & For everyone who knows the Mr, I’m sure they’ll agree, I’ve absolutely no doubts that he’ll fall on his feet.
& What about for me? Currently, the Mr. is our main earner. I hustle for a living, (I’m pretty sure that term was invented for rappers & bloggers) fitting in as much work as I can, around a 2 day nursery window (& the odd favor now & then from the grand ‘rents to childmind), here on my blog & freelance content writing etc. Once in Australia, I hope to establish myself further with blogging. There’s also a couple of online based health companies I adore, who regularly have blog content writer positions cropping up, & as long as childcare would allow it, I’d love to peruse this further. But I remain completely open minded, both of us do, & what ever we need to do to get by, we will…..drawing the line at anything morally or legally questionable, obvs!
Currently, our biggest consideration is, wonga, dough, bees & honey. Money. We’re in the process of raising the funds we need for our relocation: the costs to physically get ourselves out there & the ability to back ourselves finaincally for the first 6 months. & We’re knee deep in planning all the other details too, like packing up the house & shipping our worldly possessions, moving out of our home, booking plane tickets….this list is endless!
I’ll probably leave it there for today, after all I did say this was a ‘little’ note on our big move (there’s so much to talk about!!).
There is so much to organise (seriously, my head could explode any minute!) but I’m determined to carve out a little time to cover all aspects of our move & new adventures over the next year or so, on here & hopefully with a video diary- I’d love y’all to join us on our journey, sharing the highs & lows, laughter & fun along the way.