Now the choice is, do we make lemonade or bring out the tequila!
My husband is being made redundant. It’s a voluntary redundancy so we’re happy about it. He joined the company in the mail room and shot up the ranks over the past 16 years. Well, maybe the first 8 years. The recession has left everything stagnant. Five year pay freeze, pensions slashed to a fraction of their worth, no promotion boards, the list goes on.
So the chance arose for a redundancy package and he jumped at it.
First thoughts were, lets make lemonade with these lemons! We can pay off the few cards we have, clear the car loan and voilà, we have a house deposit. Finally we can step on that ladder. But then life goes on as before. New job but still 9-5, five days a week, nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary.
Then we had our tequila idea.
Chances are we’re never going to be handed this amount of money again. Luckily my husband has one of those jobs where his skills transfer to a hundred other positions so I’m not worried about him finding work. Plus he’s getting to be quite a successful author now so if need be we could live off my wage and book earnings.
We’re in a fantastic position. We haven’t bought a house yet, we have freedom to up and go. We have two children and two dogs so we’re not about to live out a campervan and tour the world quite yet. But the girls are young enough that they can easily make new friends and haven’t got boyfriends or study commitments or anything like that. So we definitely have freedom. We had been planning on leaving this town anyway. Neither of us are from here originally and with most of the shops on the high street either closed, charity shops or pound stores it’s looking really dreary unfortunately.
So we have… freedom, a nice (not huge but nice) sum of money, a want for change, and we both have jobs on the skilled workers list for emigration to Australia.
It’s something we’ve talked about several times before, but the money was holding us back, we couldn’t do it. Most of the cost would go on flying over our two dogs. Absolutely part of the family and if they don’t go we don’t go!
There’s a big event on next weekend with migration agents and seminars and all sorts. We’re going to go see what we can learn.
So I haven’t been blogging, or paying as much attention as I should to what I’ve been eating. I’ve been reading everything I can find on Australia, visa’s, culture, houses, schools, quarantine, shipping, the list is endless and my head is buzzing!
Life should be an adventure, but I’ve always been more of a wall flower. Am I up to moving my whole family 12,000 miles around the world? Landing with no house, no job, six friends in the whole country and never having been to Australia before to live the rest of my life there.
The more I think about it, yeah, I am.