A change of plans
If you follow my twitter or instagram, you’d know that I have recently made a very difficult journey from Azerbaijan to New Zealand.
I was very lucky to get out of Azerbaijan, the school I worked at organised for myself and some of the other management team to get onto a BP charter flight from Baku to London. Not only that, they upgraded us to business class. I’m ruined for life now.
Upon arriving in London, my flights were cancelled for a week. I was very, very lucky to be able to get onto a Cathay/Air NZ flight, as NZ announced restrictions just after I made new bookings.
Finally, after a 17 hours transit in Hong Kong, I made it back to NZ. We have managed isolation or quarantine here, which is organised by the government. It may be a 4 star hotel, but that doesn’t make it an enjoyable stay. Yes, we get 3 meals a day, and are in a comfortable, warm place, but there is something sad about arriving home and not seeing family straight away!
So, why did I decide to come home?
I had planned to stay overseas and work in the Netherlands, however, with covid there were visa issues and it was easier to just come home and wait it out. Even if it means staying here for a couple of years before going back overseas (planning on Dubai, South Korea or Japan next)! To be completely honest, although I know the reverse culture shock will hit in the next few weeks after I start work and socialising etc, I am really grateful to be home and to be somewhere I can just live normally. NZ has no community transmission and life has gone back to ‘normal’.