Hello Zealand !!

2019 . A day I vaguely remember. Hubby mentioned a country New Zealand a few hours away from Australia. No, I dint bother to lend a ear. I was cozy and comfortable in Singapore-Just the way it was. A year goes by and then struck Covid.

With closed doors and having nothing to discuss the new country finds its way in our everyday conversations. YouTube feeds show more of New Zealand. Maybe it is a place that I dream of . Not quite sure I decide to google. A land where sheep’s exist more than the human count, where earthquakes say “hi” so casually, Sunscreens are an everyday mandate rooting to an ozone layer in question, a lump some 30% tax cut and a list that makes wonder why Zealand? Yet, there was more to dig the inner desire. The work life balance and the value of family time stuck the cord. And a landed property with my very own garden did it for me. The obscene beauty reminded me of screensavers that came inbuilt in any monitor I had previously owned. Greenery through my windows, Carving my very own snowman, Driving and owning Porsche cars, a well acclaimed healthcare absolutely free and starting a whole different life convinced me well.

I start being greedy and wanted to settle down in a place that had a few more pros than cons. Like why not ? A laid back life, Work life balance, A lawn with my faves planted - is this all I wanted? I know not. But excited am I for a new journey, a new start. Meeting people and making friends is a long gone trait but I guess I will do well with fellow parents I meet in play dates and parks. Singapore will be missed, but with life comes changes. If it is a positive one, then why not go with what life has in store. 

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