Grandpa wrote: Wed Sep 06, 2023 12:23 pm
What made you leave... after almost three decades of belonging?
I returned to NZ in 1990 with a gf in tow, looking to work a ski season and travel on somewhere from there. Worst time to come home as the recession bit hard and soup queues formed in some towns. It was brutal and a lack of family support left me with a sour taste in my mouth. We headed to Melbourne at first after 6 months struggling in NZ and ended up driving across the dirt to WA... 4 weeks or so camping in the desert, we'd spent 3 weeks working in Sydney, took a mate of mine from there back through Melbourne, Great Ocean Road through Adelaide, the Flinders' Ranges, Coober Pedy, Alice where we dropped him off to hitch on the Qld before heading out past Uluru and Kata Tjuta for the dirt highway to Kalgoorlie. That trip actually had a profound effect on my pysche... the experience of being out on that huge landscape, moving across while being still within changed me or the way I was thinking back then. I resettled into Freo and decided I probably wouldn't live in NZ again. I became an Australian citizen later that year, sworn in by the Mayor of Fremantle... didn't go home again for over 11 years when I shot back for my sister's 40th. Profound change had swept the country and Canterbury had become a dairy farm. Family ties aside, I didn't feel a connection outside of nostalgia tugging at my shoelaces. Skip forward 15 years or so and the frailty of aging parents became a factor... first Dad died a sad death after suffering stroke induced dementia that stole him slowly from all of us and then mum had a return of cancer...
I had injured my shoulders at work and was on workers' compensation, the Oz version of ACCC. I'd had one operation and was working in the town office on light duties. The nature of those claims in Oz is adverserial, it's managed through commercial insurance partners and essentially it's a hostile 'care' environment. I had months worth of personal leave available and took a couple of weeks to visit Mum who was booked for an operation and would need some care at home afterwards. The day I arrived we had an oncologist's appointment where he told her (us) that the cancer was inoperable. Basically, I returned to WA and asked if I could take extended leave to offer Mum home care for as long as we could managed it. I spent almost 3 months nursing her across a wet spring, walking everyday while she napped. The magic of NZ in springtime worked me over and with a hostile work situation unfolding, a closing of doors if you like going on, I ended up wondering why the fuck I'd stayed away so long. After Mum died and I endured the acrimonious delaying tactics of reaching a financial settlement, I came home... via Nepal and one more trip to altitude.
Now that I've been back here for almost 5 years I find myself wondering if I could live in Freo again at times. I could... it's a great town and a second home. NZ is in many ways, a disappointment. Politics, economy, that sort of thing... but I work with a bunch of really good people who display the genuine warmth and values we think are common Kiwi traits. It's really cool to be around.