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In a few days time, I’m turning 30 years old… What do I have to show for it? Absolutely nothing.

Well, not nothing exactly but barely anything material anyway. It’s difficult knowing that all that is important to you in the world is sitting in another country and all the possessions you keep can fit into 3 small suitcases. So what’s different about this birthday compared to the others? Firstly, I’m not with my husband and my children which is a totally foreign concept to me. My birthday is always a big celebration in our home, it begins with a birthday week and my husband has been known to buy me birthday presents everyday for that week, it generally ends somewhere between a braai and the pub with many shooters in between. Sadly, on my biggest birthday yet, the oldest I’ve ever been, I’m ‘alone’ and I hate it.

I’ve spent the last few days of my birthday week in tears, not because I’m sad about getting old but because I’ve learnt that what makes a birthday is those closest to you and not what you do or what gifts you receive. I, the Shevster, am losing all street cred for the many tears I’ve cried for my family that I’m longing for – so much so, I was going to buy myself a birthday present, a one way ticket home back to them – Home is where the heart is and England just won’t be home until they arrive.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the UK – it’s been the most amazing few days with a multitude of changes. My body is adjusting to the new climate, my stomach is adjusting to all the new food, my feet are adjusting to all the walking I’ve had to do and my mind is adjusting to the train commute and new job I’ve started. It’s quite a challenge being independent living with your family to being a guest in someone else’s home without said family, it’s taking some adjusting there as well – Thank goodness my housemates have been more than accommodating, they’ve been awesome. In just over a week I’ve given up everything I owned, left my family, moved to a new country, become a lodger and started a new job to which I have to commute on various trains – I’d say that I deserve some leeway on those tears, it’s mighty big steps in the right direction, no one said they’d be easy.

Before arriving in the UK I knew that I’d be joining the train commuters on the daily journey to work and back, it’s a given considering I don’t drive – Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to afford a car, petrol and insurance is just as expensive as a rail commute – Yes, the trains run late or don’t run at all but there is always another one – At least I don’t have to sit in traffic. My commute is fairly simple after a few days of doing it, Nicolle drops us (me) at the station in Crowthorne, I then take a train into Wokingham and from Wokingham to Virginia Waters and finally ending in Chertsey where I have a 5 minute walk to the office. The whole journey in the morning probably takes approximately an hour and 10-20 minutes depending on the times. The return home is a little longer as I have a 30 minute walk from Crowthorne station to the house, my shins are already screaming this week! On my first day at the office, Scruff did the trip with me to make sure I didn’t get lost and since then I’ve been on my own – the return home was extremely daunting but I managed and got home in one piece. Since then, it’s gotten easier and easier and for the first time yesterday I got home without my Google Maps for train times and directions on my walk – soon I’ll be ready to venture out into the bigger stations, spread my commuting wings a bit.

The funny thing about the train is how you start noticing the same people on the same trains – So many people do these journeys every single day, reliant on these trains to arrive on time to make the connection onto the next one. When one train is late, your journey can go from 30 minutes to an hour and if you miss that connection, a wait at the station is a given. Having experienced these delays and waits myself, you can’t help but sit and watch the people getting into and off of the trains – It’s an awful time, all this commuting leaves you alone in your own mind with far too much time to think and miss family, so you have to think of something else to do and occupy your mind before driving yourself mad. Anyway, so I watch the commuters, judgmental I know.

It’s become apparent from my train-spotting (almost) that it is perfectly acceptable to wear leggings as pants – there is no longer a need to wear a top long enough to cover your ass and camel toe is the new ‘style’. It doesn’t matter if said leggings are see through either because it’s fashionable right? It’s the middle of autumn, starting to get a bit cooler in the evening and at 6pm sitting at the station, the girls are running around in ankle boots and mini skirts with coats longer than their skirt, no stockings and goose bumps galore. I’m quickly learning that the UK has its own fashion sense and it’s rather odd to keep up with. It’s also easy to watch people (or hear them) on the train as well… For example, my hearing OCD generally kicks in quite quickly after boarding the train, the sounds of people snorting and sniffing, slurping their coffee and biting their nails – it all drives me absolutely moggy. While the train has ‘Quiet zone’ signs asking you to keep your phone on silent or your headphone volume at a minimum, I always manage to sit across from the commuter who can’t read and instead has their music blaring that the whole train can hear it. It’s safe to say that shortly after getting on my train, I’m extremely happy to get off. What was exciting the first few days is now just a pain in the butt… It’s official, I’m a commuter.

On a more pleasant note, I got a bank account this week! Yay, I’m 30 and I have a bank account! (insert sarcastic snort here). What a mission… It is extremely difficult to open an account here without a utility bill, which I don’t have because I live with people and won’t have until I’ve got a bank account out of which to pay rent… A few banks later, I found one willing to help (Yay Halifax) and now I can starting earning my salary… Next step is my National Insurance number for which I have my appointment on the 6th of November and then a few weeks wait until I can rent my own little place, after payday in December, ready for Jp and the girls to join me in the new year (Which feels eons away!)

So this weekend we are headed off to Camden to celebrate the birthdays, I’m looking forward to it but truly long for next year, my 31st, when I have those that matter around me.

Now if this guy opposite me could stop snorting, that would be great…

It was almost a month ago that I was fortunate enough to have gone to Reunion island for the Mascarun South Africa. If you had followed my blogs you would have been able to keep up with all the amazing activities we got to participate in as well as the love I developed for this beautiful, captivating island. Well, now you can see it for yourself as well. The Reunion Island Tourism Board put together this 5 minute video for us on our adventures in Reunion over the Mascarun challenge – Now I can share it with you in the hopes that it will inspire and motivate you to visit the island and have as much fun as I did. Happy viewing!!


I do not mean F@#k Off Cos You’re Stupid. No, I mean FOCUS – Focus on what is going on around you, FOCUS on what is directly in your future, FOCUS on the end goal and everything you do will fall in line with that, right?

Easier said than done. In the last few weeks (By few I mean two) I have been all consumed by the administration necessary to move my family cross continent. While I understand the magnitude of what I am doing, I have not actually sat down and allowed myself to focus on this task at hand, instead I have been shifting attention to each individual task with the bigger picture in the back of my mind. I understand that what I have just said makes me sound like I have not in fact thought this move through, that is not the case (I do nothing BUT think about it), what I mean is that I have been so caught up in arranging my husband’s settlement visa, obtaining my children’s passports, selling everything I own in the world, leaving behind friends and family and finishing up in my current job. There are so many finer details to be thought of and arranged that I have completely forgotten to think about what is ahead, the fact that I am leaving the only country I have known in 24 years.

I was on the way home last night and in the car I was doing my usual moan to Erin about how there is just too much to worry about, too much too arrange, too much that needs organizing. Many a day I have questioned my decision and I am constantly in a state of anxiety about the visa’s and passports and of course, the what if’s. What she said to me (Thank you) was almost profound… I am not deserting my family, I am giving them a better life and when this is all over this terrible time in limbo will just be a distant memory. I definitely will not be crying about how long the visa process took when my husband actually arrives and we can focus on the future. What I should be doing now is preparing for an ADVENTURE that awaits me – Next week I get on a plane and fly, one way, to a new country. I will live in a new house with very different living arrangements, I will start a new job, I will have to get used to a new transport system and meet all new friends.  I will not be near to any of my immediate family and I will have entirely new surroundings to explore – It is an amazing future that awaits me, it truly is an adventure – One that I have not spent enough time getting excited about.

Yes, the next 4 months or so without my husband and children is going to be very difficult but at the same time, the adventure is going to be amazing! Relationships will be tested and resilience will be in question but at the same time the world will open up for me and I need to enjoy every second of it, there will be no point in moping around without my loved ones – INSTEAD my time will be put to good use preparing everything for their arrival.

I cracked a beer when I got home today, not because I was thirsty and not because I wanted a drink in a social manner. No, it was because the UK spousal visa that we have to apply for in order for J-P to move to the UK is driving me to drink.

Do not get me wrong, I am excited for this move (Really excited – Especially since I have now seen a picture of my new room for the next few months) and I understand that certain paperwork must be done in order for my husband to come back to my birth country with me, I am more than willing and able to co operate… but Holy Sh1t. On days like today, I wish I had married a British passport holder (No offence babe).

Look… there is a metric ton of documentation required for the visa. Most of which is pretty easy to acquire but the actual application itself is pretty daunting, to do it without the help of a reputable visa / immigration specialist is probably not a good idea because after playing Google detective and reading up on all the horror stories of failed applications, it will only mean taking a risk I am not willing to take – Anything that can delay this visa application is NOT a good thing.

The first visa / immigration agent I contacted basically blew me off without even reading or listening what I had to say. You see, you need to be able to support your spouse and earn the equivalent of GBP18600 per annum – While this is fairly easy to prove and apply for after working in the UK for 6 months, before that time the only way to go about this is to prove you have earned that money in the last calendar year (Start the rands to pounds conversion as the non bread winner, enough to make one sick). I made this difficult for myself admittedly by moving jobs 5 months ago and taking a drastic cut in salary, this of course affecting my financial requirement for the application – A battle that I now face in the eyes of the visa and immigration authority. If you know me, you will know that in fact I do not stop at NO and went on to the second immigration assistant for some advice, thankfully they were a little more forthcoming with information and I was able to get an actual calculation method to check if I did qualify with my current earnings on the GBP18600 stipulated – THANK THE POPE, I just squeezed it in to allow for an application at the end of November 2014, perfect right? After emailing all my calculations that I spent HOURS working on to this agent, she then came back and said that she would need copies of my payslips to verify this information (Just in case I fabricated my own amounts I am sure) which I then sent on to her as requested.

TWO DAYS later, I am still waiting for a response – After calls, emails and voicemails we finally managed to speak to another gentleman who said he would get back to us by tomorrow afternoon to see if we qualify – I cannot possibly understand that delay as I did their job for them? Anyway, not one for incompetence or snail’s pace, I decided to email a few other immigration agents to get a feel of who actually wanted to assist me and who did not – At the end of the day you would expect them to WANT to help when they make up to R10 000 in service fee out of me but hey, what is R10k anyway? Two of the agents I emailed responded – The first, an email detailing that I would no doubt have a successful application once I have been working in the UK for 6 months (Thank you for pointing out the obvious – Information I already have, am well aware of and am trying to avoid at all costs). The second, a company finally willing and able to assist and confident that my calculations are correct and we can successfully apply by the end of November 2014 – Best case, we have the visa in approximately 7 weeks, worst case 12 after application. Without hesitation we have set up our appointment with them, paid the appointment fee of almost R1000 just to see them and already have a file full of documentation to take with – Easiest clients EVER!!!

Now that we have finally found a company willing and able to assist, the mountainous administration is ahead of us  – From photo evidence of our relationship (Thank goodness for Facebook) to letters from loved ones authenticating our marriage, from a misplaced matric senior certificate issued 14 years go – J-P’s, not mine – to certificates and as much original paper work we can find. We have our work cut out for us, all the while I sit in the UK and leave this in my husband’s capable hands (I promise babe, I do think you are capable). This process is most definitely not for the faint hearted, or for the tight budgeted – The visa alone comes with a price tag of GBP885 excluding the fee for using an immigration specialist of approximately R10k as mentioned, added to the cost of an English test at about R3k and a TB test of R1k.. All in all, over 30 000 rand… A R30 000 well spent as far as I am concerned.

I could work in the UK for 6 months and then only do the application, it would probably be a hell of a lot easier – But the truth is, I do not want to be without my husband that long and so I am not willing to accept that. When you want something bad enough, you figure out a way to get it and it just goes to show that if you keep on and on and become a nag, someone will eventually come to your party! I may have had a few more beers by the time this visa comes through but the bottle of vodka at the finish line will be well worth it when it has been issued.

Admittedly, my poor husband does not get enough credit. In the lead up to my trip to the UK without him, my nightly insomnia is fuelled with the worry that without me, he just will not get anything done. A visa in the pipeline, multiple passport applications to be done and the next few months of being a single father, that husband of mine has his work cut out for him and despite his numerous attempts to quell the beast that is my OCD, I really cannot let it go. So what does one do when one has far too much time on one’s hands and enough anxiety to push an AA meeting to vodka? One makes lists of course. To do lists. Checklists. Bucket lists and blacklists. If it can be listed, I will list it somewhere – Suddenly excel and I are on amazing terms and short of detailing the number of breaths I have to take in a day to survive, all of my daily tasks are documented. So why the lists you ask? I can tell you for certain, it is not because I think my husband is incapable of doing as I ask, it is more a case of me worrying that I will forget to nag about yet another task I have given him to do.

One of the incredibly difficult things for me to deal with about our impending move is the fact that I just do not have control. I am in control of the basics, the finances, the movement and the choices we have made, the rest is in the hands of government departments and others. I can only do so much and for me, with the kind of anxiety that I am currently suffering, that ‘so much’ that I can do is just never enough. With my move happening far sooner than that of my family, I am forced to relinquish control to my husband for many of the things that I would normally handle and have been in charge of handling up until now. When I leave, he has to make sure he obtains everything required to apply for his visa, all of the documents needed for the girl’s passports, taking over the duties of looking after my children and making sure that everything runs as smoothly here as I hope to have things running over there, ready for them to come over as soon as possible. With all of these things that he has to do and arrange, I have sat night after night typing up to do lists and trying to get as much done before I leave as humanly possible – Driving this husband of mine absolutely bloody moggy, not because of his inability to do this without me, but because of my inability to just let go.

A spiky marshmellow is what I have been called by those that know and love me, or so they say. I tend to portray this tough, hard exterior and yet right now I am melting on the inside. I found myself waking up this morning thinking that today was the second last Sunday that I would spend in South Africa. I struggle to think of what it is I will miss about this country, barring family and friends of course, yet I know the day draws nearer to when I have to get on that plane and wave goodbye to my children and my husband for what will be a lifetime until they arrive. ‘I love you three’ will be something that my three year old says to me over Skype without the accompaniment of a snake love (It is a hug on steroids with the constriction of a snake of course, totally normal). Glee will not be in on in the background of my home while my husband pretends it is on for my 8 year old and that same 8 year old will not be coming to me to help me with her homework, or reading her stories to me while I am in the bath.

The universe has a funny way of giving us what we thought we wanted when we did not want it at all. Before you misinterpret that, understand that I am not referring to the England move as that is something that we want more than you could possible imagine. What I mean is that in getting what we want, we are faced with a separation that no one would ever have asked for and yet subconsciously, as a mother, there are times when my inside voices have screamed for solitude and peace and quiet. I have never been ‘on my own’, when I moved out of home it was with the father of my daughter and thereafter it has always been H and I, I have never had to be alone no matter how many times I frustratingly wished I could be. I have of course, always done everything backwards so it makes sense that the universe has decided that having a husband and two children means it is time for some ‘ME’ time – I am about to be alone for the next few months, whether I like it or not.  Trust me, I don’t like it but I will be damned if I don’t make the most of it – I am going to enjoy this time on my own, by hook or by crook and when my family arrives they will be more appreciated and loved than they could possibly understand – SNAKE love all around.

Making lists seems to be a way of taking my mind off of all this pressure, the fear of loneliness and the worst case scenarios that as a realist, are firmly cemented in my mind. All I can think about is what if the girls do not get their passports (Most unlikely, in fact improbable but still a thought), what if my husband does not get his visa (Again, improbable but realistic), what if things do not work out the way I have so cautiously planned and what if all my list making is in vain and no one bothers to follow my lists. What then? The fact that my lists could go ignored has me needing to make a back up list for myself, just in case.

I sound like an absolute nut job right now, I get it. If you were about to endure what I am going to be, you would be a nut job too. Nut job or not, I have to believe that my lists will be read and my OCD will not be in vain… Add control freak to your list of judgements for me, at least you can tick it off – Ticks always make the list look better.

Off to tick a list…

It is difficult and heart breaking decisions and moments like this that have me awake from 3am in the morning – I am beginning to wonder if I will ever get any sleep again in the lead up to my move (In case you missed it, SA to UK) Now that all the formalities are done, now that everyone knows, now that jobs have been left and friends and family have been notified, it is time to put all the plans into action – With a little less than 3 weeks to do it! This morning, all that I can think about is that fact that I have to leave my animal children behind – I am the most awful pet owner in the world :(

In the last few days, many people have posed questions to me about my desertion of my family – The human ones, J-P (My husband) and my daughters Hayley and Dakota. How can I do that to them? They won’t have two parents? How will they manage? How will I manage? In answer to everyone, it is the most difficult thing I have ever and will ever do, but I guarantee you that they will be stronger for it. They are not being ‘deserted’ as many people have put it, in fact now more than ever they will be around close friends and family to spend what time they have left with them. Both of my daughters will still have their fathers here in South Africa with them up until the move as well as all the grand parents and aunties and uncles they have, they are very blessed in that regard. Will they manage without their mother? Absolutely. I am not saying that I am a non issue in their lives, no doubt they will notice my absence and the distance put between us will be the longest mile imaginable but it is not FOREVER, hopefully it will not even be for more than 3-4 months if we can get all the paperwork right. They are resilient and they are still young, before they know it they will be with me in the UK looking forward to their first white Christmas (Probably next year) and speaking with little accents – This will all be a distant memory, the first and last time our family will be separated like this.

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Those of you who know J-P and I well will know that in recent years we have had to deal with some pretty rough stuff and heck, we got through that! We can get through anything (Except his snoring which this morning is exceptionally loud in my already over flowing mind). He is an amazing father with an excellent support structure, he will do a fabulous job with the children preparing them for this big adventure that I absolutely cannot WAIT to share with them. The beauty of modern technology is that the world has shrunk – We have the internet, digital cameras, Whatsapp and instant messaging, Skype and Facetime – We have so many tools at our disposal that it is impossible not to know how the other half of the world is living.


I like to think of this little separation as a good thing. I will be there for a few months without them, finding a nice little place to stay and making it comfortable for them. I will be finding my way and learning the ins and outs of the towns and transport system. I will be contacting schools and making provision for them to start when they arrive. I will be making sure that by the time they do get there to join me, everything is already done for them so that along with the excitement of seeing their mother in person again, they will be in a comfortable loving home and I can excitedly show them the ropes – Not all 4 of us arriving, battling and fumbling our way around another continent. At the same time, they will be here with family maximising all the time they possibly can (and being spoilt, I am sure) – A few months goes by in a flash, they will be with me before I know it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder as they say, it is a necessary evil and one that has no choice other than to play out so that we can do and have what we want for our young family. My children have already given me a task, at Christmas time when hopefully there is some snow around, I have to go outside and sing ‘Do you want to build a snowman’?, record it and send it to them… Easiest christmas present ever :D

When we were originally in talks about the UK move, we did not foresee this happening for at least another 2 years or so, so you can imagine that we are a little unprepared in more ways than one (Including financially, but if you wait for financial readiness you will never get anywhere in life, this I know). We had planned to travel with all 4 of our cats and even starting looking at the budget and formalities involved to do this. That said, this move is happening a bit differently than we had originally planned and now that is no longer a possibility. The first difficult thing that I have to do is find loving homes for my 4 furry feline babies. Anyone who knows me well enough knows that I love my animals, this is not an EASY thing for me to do. My cats are my other children and without them life absolutely sucks, now I am sitting here typing this blog and all four of them are around me in the lounge as if they know that I am talking about them or crying for them… well, I am, on both accounts. If this is me with the animals, how the actual heck am I going to leave my kids?! So I have done the necessary and shared a status update on Facebook for my close friends and family, ideally that is where I need my animals to go, to a friend or family member who can give my babies as much love as I have and do.

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Despite having to heartbreakingly leave my animals behind and then desert my husband and children for a few months, I also have to leave all my family and close friends – The only life I have known for 24 years of it. I know, I am not the first person in the world who has moved countries and I most certainly will not be the last, that said, it does not mean that the end result affects me any less?! My sister said to me that she will miss me (Obviously) but I replied to her that we live mere roads away and yet we only see each other sporadically anyway, so the impact should surely not be so great. She had a valid point though, we get complacent and don’t see each other because we know that at any time we can. We can hop in the car, meet at the shop, go past the office or meet for lunch – it would be that simple if we allowed it. My best friend of now 21 years (That is a long time) and I have a relationship that allows us to get on with or lives that are at somewhat different stages at the moment and yet when we meet up, it is as if we saw each other yesterday and nothing had kept us apart – That will not happen any more. Instead, we will be reduced to the technological advances I mentioned earlier and hope that the British and SA governments work together to soon abolish the visa requirements for South Africans, so people can come visit us as well! When I leave on the 15th of October, I will be missing my planned 30th birthday party, my mom’s 50th birthday, my husband’s 32nd birthday, Christmas, Hayley’s 9th birthday and New Year – I just have to get past all of those difficult occasions and then my family will be almost ready to arrive!

It is a tough one, a really tough one. A decision we are not making lightly. We are choosing to raise our children without their grand parents, without their aunts and uncles and without any future cousins they may potentially have (I still want to be an aunty by the way, just because I am cross country does not mean I did not earn that right ok siblings?). We are choosing to raise our children in a country that they were not born into. My husband is choosing to move with me to a country in which he has to start again. Do I feel like I am taking something away from them? Of course I do, I know what it was like to be raised in another country without those people in my life but at the same time, I am opening up so much more for them and plan on my children being seasoned travellers very soon – The SA / UK commute will be a regular one because despite our need to move, I will never sever that tie.

And then, the letting go of worldly things. My life has had many battles and challenges, it was certainly not always easy and I did not always have the things I wanted. I spent the last 10 years building myself up, recovering from past mistakes and trying to build a life for myself materialistically… Finally, I am in a good place and have nice furniture, a nice house, nice clothes and nice things and I have to GIVE IT ALL UP to start once more. I cannot think of anything more frustrating… Well, they say life begins at 30 right so I guess I am just starting my life all over again. Time to relinquish almost everything I own in the world so that my little brother can start his little life on his own and we can start fresh. I will be going to the UK with my measly 30kgs of luggage and the move cube, with the last bits and pieces we can squeeze inside

But it is done and I am going and I am so grateful for the support that we have as a family, here and there. We appreciate ALL the help everyone is giving us and we would not be able to do it any other way… it is sudden, it is last minute and it is how I role. It is happening people… It is nearly time. Thanks to these two crazies again, I also cannot wait to see your faces so it is not all doom and gloom!



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It is quite the decision that one has to make when deciding to move countries. My parents did it, with 3 children a little over 24 years ago from the United Kingdom to South Africa (Thank goodness for my red passport) and their parents did it before them. There is something about a new start, a clean slate, a new country that can renew your excitement in life again, not merely to exist but to begin to live somewhere else. This is the decision that I have been thinking about for quite some time and now, the time has come where in the last 24 hours I chose to finalise my plans and to the UK I will go.

Suddenly, this is not a pipe dream anymore. My ticket is booked, my bags are to be packed (How on earth will I get this right in 30kgs) and today I had to resign (Hence I am awake at 5am typing a blog, I cannot sleep). In two weeks, I fly to London, England to start the next chapter of my life and my famili’s lives. I finally put motion to my dream.

Perhaps one of the most difficult things about this decision is the fact that I have to go to England WITHOUT my family. Why you ask? Well, there are a number of practicalities involved in that decision starting with me currently being the only family member with British citizenship and that red passport I am so happy to have. We have been in talks for months to move to England, so when the opportunity recently presented itself, it was a no brainer for me to go over and start working to get a head start on the family – Make sure that everything is ready for them when they join me. I am extremely thankful that good friends of mine have recently emigrated themselves (Similar situation sans kids) and are willing to house me while I get everything together – THANK YOU KIKKY AND SCRUFF, a definite cost saving that will be well used towards saving for my own little family place :)

So the plan you ask? I will be departing on the 15th of October (Yes, I know, a little over 3 weeks away). My ticket is booked and at a bargain too, R3200 one way to London via Doha on Qatar Airways including 30kgs of checked baggage allowance – I am going to try and see if an airline rep may be able to assist me with a few extra kg’s outside of the exorbitent USD50 per kg thereafter. Once I arrive, I will get settled into the new woman cave that my amazing friends are preparing for my arrival – I anticipate a few days of tears and anguish while I come to terms with being without my family for 4 to 5 months. Yes, it could be that long (Insert sad and miserable face here). While I am in the UK and working, looking for a nice little place for us to live, sourcing schools for the girls and saving some money, my husbander will be moving into my mom and step dad’s house with the girls so that he too can save on money and will then finalise the applications for their British passports (Automatic citizenship as I was born there – Thanks again mom and dad) as well as his spousal visa for which I already need to be working in the UK in order for him to apply – There are methods in our madness, this is a means to an end, all for the greater good. It must be done.

I have decided I will be writing a series of blogs to assist anyone else in this journey and of course, document my experiences for friends and family back home. The trials and tribulations of a new country, even though it is a birth country, and the hardships that come with ‘deserting’ your family for such a long time in the hopes that it will bring about a better life. So, my first bit of advice that I can offer anyone planning to move ANYWHERE – YOU NEED a good support structure, it will not work on your own. Without family and friends here willing to assist my husband and children in my absence, without my friends and family in the UK who will be putting me up and wiping my tears and without this little blog for frustration venting – I do not think I can do this. In fact, I am in quite an emotional space right now – A space in which I know the right decision has been made and for all the right reasons but a space that allows for hesitation and fear of failure. I feel like this is resting on me to make it work and the pressure I have added onto others (ie. Leaving my husband with my two daughters for such a long time without me) may be too much to handle.

Before you can up and leave your country, no matter how much time in advance, you need to do the research. Most importantly, can you live in that country of choice and work there legally? For South Africans, unfortunately this is not as easy as we would like for the UK but I am fortunate enough to have citizenship by birth which I pass on too my children – Sure, the passports cost a pretty penny when converting to South African Rands but hey, it must be done. My British passport in totality cost me approximately ZAR2800 and the girls passports will cost GBP145 or so for both. That is not too bad, alas, we await unabridged birth certificates from home affairs before those applications can get in there (Possible ten week delay that hopefully has shortened somewhat since the suspension of the ruling for children to travel with these out of South Africa). My own british passport delay was expected to take 6 weeks and I had it out in 3 so I can only hope that the 10 week guideline period will be just as efficient and we will have the passports out in half the time. Then of course, in order for JP to join me I must be working in the UK and earning at least £18,600 a year to sponsor him (More if non British children were to be joining, keep that in mind). The is extremely helpful in this regard, there is tons of information about how to apply for your UK visa or British passport – Jp’s visa is going to cost approximately ZAR16k so you need to make sure that you can outlay the money for all these passport / visa costs before you start the process. The visa process also includes an English test that is conducted to check your English ability as well as a medical TB test, just to make sure you are not taking any bugs over. The expected delay on a UK visa? Approximately 12 weeks but in a friends recent experience, 7 weeks is all it took – Looks like jolly old likes to under promise and over deliver, hopefully letting me get to see my family sooner than I think!

SO now, you should have all the info on moving there and legally what kind of documentation you need to get into the country, it is probably a good idea to start researching jobs. Word of warning, it is pretty difficult in my industry to obtain a job cross country without actually being there for a face to face interview. I feel like there is mass hesitation to employ outside of the UK (Especially from Africa) based on a CV and a telephonic interview, despite modern technology and the ability to conduct video conferencing interviews etc. I had uploaded my CV / profile to a website recommended by Kikky called Reed where you can easily search for available jobs by area (If you already know where you are going to be) or contact recruitment agencies directly as well as companies listed. Fortunately, I have a place to stay (Based in Crowthorne, South East England) so ideally you would like to be close to where you live. Understandably, this is not always possible but keep in mind that if you do not drive or cannot purchase a car outright, public transport is not cheap. For the job that I have applied to and hope to confirm in the next few days, I will need to walk 20 mins to the bus station, catch a bus from Crowthorne to Bracknell and then a train from Bracknell to Chertsey at an average cost of approximately £11 a day (Rail Easy for more info)… For people working in London or commuting fairly far, this cost can rise to up to 30 or 40 pounds a day – Factor that in when deciding on what jobs you want to apply for. There are quite a few jobs available in my field for average salaries, travel is not the highest paying industry in the world, but as I mentioned previously, not too keen on hiring without a face to face interview. SO while I have spoken telephonically and am continuing to line up alternative interviews for my arrival (Just in case), the company still want to meet me face to face and so I have to leave, sooner rather than later.

So, the job you hope is almost sorted and you are ready to go with your documents – What next? Do your research, It is time to find out what things cost in the UK… I put together a basic ‘budget’ to identify what I will be spending now in the next few months without my family and of course what that will rise to once they arrive (The sooner I put my husband to work here, the better). There are great websites you can get onto to get decent ideas of pricing but everything is generic, your costs are going to be based on your own needs – That said, it is always better to have a decent idea. I found a great site called Work Gateways that has a plethora of information on the cost of living, applying for your National Insurance number (When you arrive) and how to do your UK tax – Also check out basic costs of living here to see what you will spend in the shop – Numbeo. You are also going to have factor in many things like what you will take with you? We have decided to sell up all our furniture here and go with the suitcases of clothes we pack and then use Seven Seas Move Cube to ship over the clothes I did not get to fit in the suitcases, kids toys, photo albums and of course Jp’s Warhammer goods. These cubes are really reasonably priced and come in varying sizes – We are going for a medium sized cube which costs approximately ZAR9000 to send over, takes roughly two to three  months to arrive by sea (Boat, please do not sink!) and requires a customs tax to be paid there on arrival of approximately 100 pounds – I hope to have this shipped by end of October latest, I am battling with the clothes issue! If you need a little more info on budgeting and what you need to earn as an individual or family of 4, I found an article on that could be quite helpful in that regard – Still relevant and important info to know = Business Insider. 

There are going to be many things you cannot take with you (SAD face) but it is not like you are going to the rain forest in the middle of nowhere, you are in fact going to a country with shops where you can purchase the items that do not make sense to travel with ie. Toiletries (Shampoo and Conditioner can be bought on arrival) that take up too much weight in your suitcase. On Kikky’s advisory I searched the Poundland store where everything is ONE POUND – This is amazing, and considering I am still in convert mode, R18 for a shampoo or conditioner is just wonderful (One of the first stops I hope to make on arrival!). Believe it or not, people in the UK are also nice, they give away stuff for FREE – Kikky (This wonderful mountain of knowledge) has led me to a site called Freely Wheely where people advertise what they want to give away and then you get to ask for it! This is not as useful now as it will be when I start furnishing a house, free stuff and charity shops will be the way to go for an inexpensive way of re furnishing a new home (Starting again :/). I then went on a bit more of a google search and I came across the Everything 5 pound store – Wonderful! Clothing etc all for 5 pounds, watch me become the bargain queen of Crowthorne! :)

So what do be done on arrival? First thing is first. I am going to need a bank account to put the miniscule amount of pounds I get from my rands into… Still not sure where / how on this one, going to take Scruff’s lead and advice and then get something together. Also, National Insurance number must be applied for – You need this for employment, seems quite simple from what I have heard and read but I guess I will discover that all once I am there. And probably the first thing I will do as soon as I get to a shop from the plane? Buy a SIM CARD – Prepaid is definitely the way to go if you already have a phone, you are spoilt for choice in terms of providers but just based on some short internet research I have done you can get a pretty decent Pay as you go deal. Take for example Vodafone UK – If you buy a £10 Freedom Freebie you will get a 150 UK minutes, 500mb of UK data (Thank goodness Scruff and Kikky have excellent uncapped WiFi at home, also on my budget!) and 100 rewards points. This is obviously just one out of many options, it will take a little shopping around to decide on the best provider and package for me :).

So there you go, I have not rested on my laurels for 24 hours – Instead, I have done every possible little bit of research I can do without actually being in the UK. Once I am settled, have found a place, have gotten into a rhythm with the public transport and am supporting myself, I will then start the research on schools and after care and those additional costs for my family to join me – I ALREADY cannot wait. The thought of being without them for months on end is keeping me up at night and constantly making me question my decision, but they are all in safe hands with a good support structure here in SA and when the time is right and the documents are ready, they can come over and the rest of our lives can begin.

There is one thing, one line, one picture and one saying that gets me through all of this. If you do not like where you are. move, you are not a tree. Too many of us are too free spirited to be tied to one place – 24 years in South Africa has given me a home, a place to grow up, a country where I met my husband and my children were born. I do not hate South Africa and that is not why I am moving, I am moving because I am not a tree. I am moving because I need to be free and I am moving to give my family and my children the life they deserve – To open up the world to them. To show them as they grow that there is more to life than being stuck in one place, which is currently how I feel. I am not happy here and I will not be happy until I change my situation, which is exactly what I have done. I am not going to moan about crime and how the South African police service and justice system can in fact be most unjust, instead I will put down all my criminal experiences to life lessons and what it has taught me is to be strong and to follow my heart… My heart knows it is not a tree.

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Love you all tons.