You probably never will get rich in New Zealand. Or even be able to pay off your student loans.
One in five Kiwis have left New Zealand for greener pastures overseas. And Australia is one place that Kiwis go, as NZ citizens have the right to live and work there.
Last week, my husband was offered a promotion in Brisbane. A big step up on his career path, and the salary would be like THREE TIMES what he makes now. In Australian dollars.
And I actually like Australians. Sometimes I wind my husband up by telling him how much I like the Aussie accent.
Anyway, then we saw that story on 60 Minutes about Paul de Gelder, the navy diver, who was attacked by a shark in Sydney Harbour (and lived).
All of a sudden, New Zealand seemed pretty darn good. We’re broke and we can't afford to buy a house, but we have better lamb and cheese. We can swim in the harbour and the sea. There are no snakes and no crocodiles. Just a few Australian spiders. The possum is not protected. And the child can wander into the bush with no worries.
Well, the child could get lost in the bush, and we never would be able to find him, but at least he would not get attacked by a croc.
Wellington Harbour, in March.