Life isn’t funny all the time, which I find to be a real pisser. On Tuesday, a magnitude 6.3 earthquake hit near Christchurch, New Zealand. This tragedy has me reminiscing about our travels to New Zealand in 2004.
To say the country is amazing and beautiful would be a gross understatement. It is truly stunning! No, it’s really, really pretty. Really.
Our trip had been a last minute request from my husband’s company and seeing as our house was on the market and I was home with a 5 month old, I threw caution to the wind and said HELL, YES! No matter that the flight left in 5 days, my 5 month old didn’t have a passport and our house might sell while we are on the other side of the world. All manageable because:
– Chicago was close enough for an overnight trip to get the boy his passport
– A week was plenty of time to pack
– Our house sold in 4 days. We left the country homeless.
(Yes, these photo expose you to hair color #23 and style #578. I recognize I’m brave in sharing)
Here’s the good part: While there, my husband was approached about a position that would require us to relocate to New Zealand. Hello? Fantastic! Yes, we accept. Oh yeah: one thing…2 weeks prior I had accepted a relocation package from my company that would take us to a Rust Belt City in the US to which we’d never been. Auckland vs. Rust Belt City. Yeah, you get it.
While the Rust Belt City has turned out to be great for us, I sometimes wonder what life would have been like in Auckland.
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