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"A goodbye is never finished..."

“A goodbye is never finished… ” First Aid Kit – Distant Star

One of the hardest things so far about this move has been saying goodbye. 600 more words

Our Somewhere Over the Rainbow... New Zealand, one year on...

On many levels my husband was right. I didn’t have time to be writing a blog about emigrating and being a new ex-pat at the same time as moving our whole family to the other side of the world but as WordPress has started to alert me to the fact that it’s been ‘a year since this post’ I’ve been pondering all the things that have happened in the last year and how our adventure to the other side of the world has gone. 771 more words



The next item on our plan for the year was to downsize.  Our large empty home had become a constant reminder that since we arrived in Australia the immigration laws had changed, and none of our children had the right qualifications to even be considered for entry. 553 more words


4th May 2018 - 9 months

It’s now nine months since we arrived in New Zealand and we have just about reached the sweet spot. We both have full-time jobs and next week I should get paid for the first time in nine months. 2,294 more words

18. Travels to Oz and Apologies for Taking our Time! Part 2

Hello Once Again!

As promised, here is the next exciting instalment of our travels down under!

Having got through border and passport controls, Stefania and I with bags in tow stepped out into the frigid air of winter-bound Melbourne, and onto the airport bus service which would take us into town.  1,016 more words


17. Travels to Oz and apologies for taking our time!

Hi All

Well, it has been rather a long time since I put electronic pen to electronic paper but lots have been happening for quite some time! 904 more words


Immigrant songs - Heaney, Joyce and Ronnie Drew

As an Irishman, it’s rare to find a fresh take on emigration. The culture of leave-taking and return, post-Christmas news reports from the departure gates at Dublin Airport, regularly thinking eight hours ahead, finding yourself in an Irish bar at 6 a.m. 282 more words