I moved to New Zealand in 2006. Quite a few bad things had happened to me in South Africa: a smash and grab, an armed robbery at my work, an attempted home invasion in the middle of the night. I went: "I can't live here. I need to leave." I saw an ad in the paper that said: "Do you want to emigrate? Why not New Zealand?"
Both my then partner and I were on the skilled shortage list. And three months after I saw the ad, I was on a plane. I'd never been here. I'd never met anyone who'd been here. But sometimes you have that gut feeling something will be all right.
We got jobs immediately - mine was as a graphic designer at an ad agency - and I had residency within six months of moving.
In one sense it was easy, but in another it was awful. There was no soft landing. We didn't know anyone. The exchange rate nearly killed us. So financially it was very tough. I wasn't sure if we would get residency and didn't want to commit to buying any furniture until then. That was because we had sold everything in South Africa but wouldn't have been able to afford to send anything back if New Zealand didn't work out. We started turning on each other. It cost us our relationship.
It was tough, but it was the best thing to do. Even in the middle of it, when we were broke and cold and it was extremely hard, I knew it was right.