I'm worried that the amount I think about moving to New Zealand is ridiculous and dangerous. Ridiculous because no-one should really think about anything this much, and dangerous because what if I get there and it just doesn't work out?! This is a very real possibility, although me and the wife will give it our best shot.
The reason I think about it so much is because newly married and not long turned 30, it's really about time life got going. By that, what I really mean is; having children, paying bills, buying a house, etc. I can't wait to have kids, and as scary as that is, it has always been the biggest ambition I have. That combined with finding and marrying the most wonderful woman I could ever dreamed of capturing means now is a good, great, perfect time to have some children. The thing is, I just can't picture it happening in the UK. I try, believe me. Just in case it would be better I picture myself and my significantly better half living with children in Birmingham, not Auckland. It seems okay and has it's benefits such as family nearby, good curry, and er, that's me out. Wow, I didn't think there was that little keeping me here...
On the other hand, I find it amazingly easy to picture life in Auckland. It comes into my head in a vivid selection of images ranging from teaching in a Kiwi school, taking the kids to the beach, eating out with friends, to cooking in the kitchen and even doing DIY. I know most of these will look different when they manifest themselves - here or there - and they may not be remotely realistic, but I still can't understand why the images are so vivid and detailed and positive when in New Zealand. What is that? Am I in for a disappointment? Will it really be any different? After all, NZ isn't perfect by any means. Should we try living in the UK first? Have a kid, and buy a house? But then it would be harder to go - a lot harder. It may not ever happen and then I would be forever thinking 'what if?'.
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