Well, I just booked our tickets to New Zealand for Thanksgiving. We are planning a trip for about 10 days (give or take the 20 hr. plane ride).
I am very excited...
I did my student teaching (a college quarter of studies through a program at UGA called COST---the Consortium for Overseas Student Teaching) in Spring 1998---or in NZ it was Fall 1998...crazy, I know...It's all backward. :)
I lived and taught in this quaint seaside town that is a suburb of Christchurch (the big city on the south island) called Sumner. It was incredible. I lived with an awesome family (The Davies) in their B&B that was one block off the beach. It even had a name, Rock Villa.
Rock Villa
I walked to school everyday and made some amazing memories at Sumner School.
I also got engaged there (beautiful)...Kevin came to see me for 2 weeks and when we were traveling around, he proposed in a town called Cromwell and the rest is history.
For years, New Zealand was always a very fond memory for me (and Kev), but I never really let my mind "go there" because I am a Georgia Girl through and through...no plans for leaving the southeast in my near future...or so I thought...
It all started one datenight a couple of years ago when we went to Brick Store Pub for dinner and we just randomly started talking about NZ.
Then we started talking about "what ifs"...you know how that goes, right? I won't go into it all the details, but basically, the idea of making in international move kept coming up over and over again...we couldn't ignore it. So, finally, a few months ago I had emailed the lady (Carolyn) that was the head of COST and asked her if she still had Neil Anderson's email address (he was the contact for the teaching college in Christchurch that served as my liason while I was teaching there) from 11 years ago for me to ask him a few questions. She not only had his email address, but he was coming into Athens for a COST conference in the US SouthEast in March 2009. I was shocked, but we went ahead and made plans to meet with him and Carolyn for lunch to pick his brain a little bit about a possible move. He was incredible. He was very objective in telling us about NZ. He told us the pros and the cons---mainly being that unless you wanted to go to Australia, you were at least 12 hours away from anything else. We drove home from Athens and I called my mom and was testing the waters talking to her about it and she seemed very supportive at first. So, I just went on and on, I'm sure, jabbering about this and that that we had talked about and then I realized that she had been pretty quiet.
She had been crying.
See, my brother just moved to Africa with his wife and 2 kids in January, so the move of one child was pretty fresh...
This completely burst my bubble about the whole idea...remember, I'm a people pleaser...
When we got home, I Skyped my brother, Pat, in Africa to talk to him about it and he told me that Mom had already talked to him and with the homesickness that Paige (his wife) was dealing with---she is just as close to her mom as I am to mine---he told me to look for every reason NOT to go before we make any decisions.
Good advice...I did just that and got caught up in school for our girls and church and friends, etc...
Then, a couple of weeks ago, it all started up again...I would see advertisements for traveling to NZ. Then I would see a random magazine article and would wonder who had written it and it would be a kiwi. The list could go on and on...
I talked to Kevin and reiterated that we would definitely have to make a trip back to NZ and "feel it out" to see if it was anything that we would be interested in pursuing. I was worried that that we had romanticized it all so much in our minds to be this utopia.
We decided that Thanksgiving would be the best time to travel because Kevin's work slows down during that time and after talking to my mom, she is fine with watching the kiddos while we go and scope it out.
Kevin has yet to broach the subject with his folks, so we'll see how that one goes...