Well, we have decided to leave. We really do feel that Britain is ‘going to the dogs’ and have no other option (other than to moan incessantly for the next 40 years) than to seek pastures new. Ironically, it had been me who’d been against moving away, however I see little future for the country and agree that it’s time to move on.
Obviously family and friends will be left behind and that will be the hardest part, however it’s the long term future and happiness of our own family that is paramount and it’s really important that we give Ted (and future siblings) the opportunity to grow up in a place where they can do or be anything they want to be.
We talked at length about where to move and due to work/language constraints settled on either Canada or New Zealand. I have a cousin who lives in NZ and has nothing but good words to say about it. My best mate has also been there and would move back in a heartbeat. Actually, anyone who has ever been to NZ enthuses about it – let’s hope it’s not just a holiday thing.
My brother recently moved back from Canada to England citing (amongst other things) its lack of family ‘entertainment’ and certainly, having visited where he lived in Nova Scotia he had a point. We have been primarily looking at Vancouver, which seems to be in a great location and also has stuff for Jules and I to do.
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