About 6 months ago I arrived in New Zealand. Looking forward to a new experience, leaving my comfort zone.
In about 2 weeks I’ll go back. Not back to my comfort zone, not exactly back to where I came from. It will be a new challenge, a new life again. And it will – unfortunately – not be the place I was looking for, actually.
However, it will be a place where people are open to new ideas, able to discuss things in an adult way, and willing to change the things that are not right. I had to be in New Zealand to understand. I had to experience this ignorant arrogance of “We live in the best country of the world” – being 25 years behind. It’s ok. It’s ok for you, it’s ok for me. But I don’t want to live in the best country of the world, where you have to wait months to get an appointment with the specialist after your GP is more or less sure you’ve got cancer. I don’t want to live in a country where protectionism avoids competition to a degree where consumers only have the choice to buy overpriced crap or nothing at all. I don’t want to live in a country where a yelling minority calls the majority racist, only to justify “social welfare” that enables them to smoke not only cigarettes without ever working for (well, it’s a bit of work to get the bureaucracy done). And political correctness strongly prohibits to discuss about. I don’t want to live in a country that calls itself first world but provides housing conditions which are so poor that thousands of people get sick, some even die, and nobody even questions it.
No, I don’t want to go deeper into this. I’m happy to leave the best country of the world. I’m happy to start a new life again. In the old world. With new insights. Thank you, New Zealand, thank you so much for showing me how good life can be – in Europe.
The only thing I am really sorry about is that I had to learn that there is no chance for me to “try” Australia. German doctors are not welcome… AON with 2 toddlers is not an option…