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Permanent Residency. . . But now what?

15 Apr

So a week ago myself and Mark became permanent residents of Australia. But now what? I guess because the last 6 months have been consumed with waiting I’ve felt a little lost this week. Getting the visa felt so surreal. It was all we talked about. The application process was so drawn out, police checks from Ireland and Australia, medicals and wanting to know every detail about you and your family not to mention the cost! People would ask if we were planning to stay in Australia for good. We’d just explain that we had applied for residency and we’d see how that goes. In a sense it bought me some time, I didn’t have to commit to anything, there was a chance we wouldn’t get the visa. But now we have it I guess we have to make some serious decisions about our future. 

I won’t lie, my heart aches for Ireland, for my family, my friends, the events I miss, my mum and dad and the support we had. Any major events that have happened here( engagement, promotions, visas) have been celebrated over the phone. It’s hard when in reality all you want is a hug from your parents and to have loved ones around you. Don’t get me wrong we have great friends and family here but sometimes it’s just not enough. Recently Mark went for surgery and when I returned home it was to an empty house. It’s probably they loneliest I have left. I had to call home and explain what happened and after all the calls I was alone again. Thank god for Whatsapp and viber and my friends at home keeping me sane. 

My nephew turns eleven this year and I spoke to him for the first time last week since Christmas. And oh how he has changed. His face is different, he’s looking like a boy now and then I remember I left when he was seven and I think about how much time with him i have missed out on. 

My life out here is lovely. I’m not complaining but sometimes you have days when you think just get on the plane and go home we’ll figure everything out when you get there and then other days I think about how much we have achieved in the small amount of time we have been here. I think with our temporary visa it was short term but for some reason being a permanent resident feels different, not bad different just different. My dad described it as bitter sweet and from their point of view their child is half way around the world and we have to settle for a face time call every Sunday. And likewise for my my family are 30 hours away and sometimes you just want to be able to call in and say hello.

Thankfully my parents are coming out in July and I am so looking forward to that. Any decision making can wait until then.

Watch this space! 

XoX 

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How about you look after the people that stayed.

14 Jun

Saturday morning 13th June 3015, 6am. I find out from social media that my dad has lost his job. Clerys department store is no more. 440 jobs lost in total. Business sold, staff told to leave, locks changed all in the space of a few hours. I couldn’t quite process what i was reading. Called home with so many questions but the answers couldn’t be given, it was still so fresh for them to process. 

Immediately I began to have flashbacks to September 2012, myself and Mark had just returned to work after a week in Spain. I was on the phone, no doubt getting my ear chewed off me by a customer. My phone flashed up with an SMS it was Mark. Four simple words ” I’ve been let go”. I felt sick. I zoned out of the conversation as a million thoughts ran through my head. When he collected me from work I just cried. Why him, why us. What the f**k were we gonna do. Mark did apply for jobs before we came to Australia but got nothing. Another victim of the recession, another one lost to emigration. 

What makes me laugh about this whole situation is over the last number of weeks the phrase ” Ireland’s on the up” is creeping back in. Bullshit! The governments wonderful ability to massage the figures is working to their advantage. And don’t come to me and say ” ah but it is Sinead”. Sorry but 440 jobs went on Friday. These people have years of service behind them nowhere to go now, mortgages and small kids. I can’t help but feel they are getting the mushroom treatment . . Kept in the dark and fed shit. ( you can thank my mum for that one)

And what’s even more laughable is I’m seeing more and more articles asking about what they can do to encourage people home who emigrated, outrageous suggestions such as offering us money to come home and cheap loans to fly home.  Here’s a suggestion, don’t do anything, how about you look after the people that stayed. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again some of us don’t want to come home, and as devestating as it is for me to admit, my life is better here and I have no plans to return any time soon.

To the government, I suggest you help the people that stayed. They need your support. We are doing just fine out here thank you very much. 

  

Generation Emigration

4 Oct

So every now and again an article will crop up regarding the emigration levels from Ireland. However this time the article suggested ways to encourage us home. But what if we don’t want to come home?

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Now don’t get me wrong everyday i miss my family and friends and Mark is the same and sometimes we wonder what our life would be like if we had of stayed. But we didn’t stay and we have achieved so much in the last couple of years. When we had our apartment back in Dublin we lived every month to a strict budget and after all the bills, rent and ludicrous taxes had been deducted from our wages we were lucky to be able to have a night out. Most nights were spent in the apartment. We loved that apartment and it devastated us to give it back when Mark lost his job but this was the recession kicking us big time.

We went through all our options and decided that moving away was the best one for us, and it was not an easy decision to make. I still remember saying goodbye at the airport and how much it hurt.

The article suggests giving Irish people a loan to come home so they can book tickets etc. Thank you but no thank you I will not step foot into the country already owing a debt to that shower of cowboys that lead the country. Yes the country we moved to has a higher cost of living but the quality of life is something else. For once my health is amazing and i put that down to the life I’m living out here.

But what’s the number one thing that makes this all worthwhile? Savings! Ladies and gentlemen, after bills rent and general living expenses we have money is savings. This is something that we have never had before and to be honest it feels pretty great.

While I do miss home we have to make decisions that make us happy and are right for us. No looking back now only forward and into the sunshine ☀️😊

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Wow that’s been one hell of a year.

28 Dec

Hard to believe we’re in Australia a year. And what a year it has been and to be honest when I wasn’t knocking myself out, tripping over myself and falling it’s been quiet an enjoyable year. It’s amazing how much has actually happened this year. Considering we weren’t actually meant to stay we haven’t done to badly. Surprisingly in that year we’ve only been to A&E twice- great success ( and I know what your thinking both were for me, well your wrong we had one trip each 😝)
While I sit here nursing my sunburn ( I’ll learn one day) I think back to 6 months ago to when Mark signed his contract and was sponsored for 4 years and all I could think was oh s***t now I’m gonna have to get a job, I joke but the early mornings were a killer.

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Shortly after that we got our first house and I discovered the joys of Kmart. You know you have issues when you have three trolleys and only two people to push them.
Everything started falling into place and all that was left was for me to get a job. I could see Mark getting anxious. He never wanted to ask how the job hunt was going but I could hear him praying at night that I would find work. He even make charitable donations when something went our way.
Finally I got a job and I love it. I have made some great friends and they make it that little bit easier being away from home.

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27/09/13 will be a day I’ll never forget. I remember walking in the door to 96 burning t-lights and thinking Jesus that’s some fire hazard as the door blew in a gust of wind, and at the top of the room knelt a very sweaty and frightened looking Mark. Of course I said yes and we’re still engaged- go us!!

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So we’ve just had our first Christmas and it was different to say the least but it is what you make it.

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We celebrated with family and friends and it was very enjoyable. Hot but enjoyable.

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So now we’ll make the most of last few days in 2013 and look forward to welcoming 2014 which will bring visits from the families. The countdown has begun, from the pool, in the sun of course 😊☀️

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Wishing you all an amazing new year xox

And out of nowhere it just hits you . . . Damn homesickness

9 Sep

Homesickness, the current bane of my life. It’s like a ninja. One minute your feeling fine and then bam outta nowhere it hits you. At times I think I’m my own worst enemy. Take this morning for example, while on my way to work i like to read the news. I especially love the journal.ie for their quirky articles. So this morning I open my app and start to read an article about stuff you miss from Ireland and I found myself getting a little upset.
To anyone who was sitting beside me it looked like I was getting upset about batch bread, heck I don’t even like batch bread. I remember turning my nose up at it when my mum used to buy it, but because I was away from home and this article was about things you miss i thought it was only fair that I identify with everything on that list.
In work I’m no longer allowed to talk to the home sick students because I over sympathise with them. “Oh you didn’t come to class cause you felt homesick? Oh I totally understand that and I know what you mean” rather then taking the firm stance of if you don’t go to class I’m gonna report to the department of immigration.
I think the only way to help with the homesickness is to keep busy. I find at idle moments i daydream about home, I hear a song on the way to work or a certain smell will remind me of home and all I can think is please let me go home. I’ll be honest though now I’m working its not happening as often but sometimes it just sneaks up and I think what the hell am I doing out here.
We’re away from home nine months this month and it is getting easier but I know Xmas is going to be one tough battle, so if I can stay away from home sick students and soppy articles about stuff i miss I’ll be aces 👍

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