When it comes to the road less travelled I think we're gifted, postively gifted, at choosing br'er rabbit's bramble patch and somehow kidding ourselves it is a path, if not quite a road. We got accepted to Oz on a 124 -talent visa. No one applies for that one. The migration agents didn't even know it existed, let alone what was needed. That meant, while rivers of South Africans flowed off to Oz mostly on iirc 457's we had no one to ask, no-one to look at and say 'oh, it took them 3/6/9/12 months. ' We had no idea of the probability of our getting it, or the time frame. Impossible to take pre-emptive steps. Just running blind - not my best. Just about every step was a learning one - for everyone including our examining doctor.
Then of course - having cleared the hurdles (and seriously that particular visa is probably very few people's best bet) which were many complex we couldn't just decide on one the standard destinations - Sydney, Perth, Melbourne, Brissy etc. where we'd be following a well-beaten track and almost certainly be able to have contacts and friends on the ground to see us through the integration/settling phase. No. WE had to set our sights on a place that no South African has settled. That damn few people even know exists. And thence of course a whole set of new learning. Like for example moving costs - to Melbourne R xyz, to Flinders R xyz times two. Why? they're 300 km apart for crying in a bucket. So moving 10 000km costs Rxyz and 10 300 twice that. There HAS to be a cheaper, better way. I am certain there is. But we can't exactly ask the people who did it before us...
Then there is the issue of well, where do you stay? Any of the normal destinations and you'd have a chance of scrounging a bed from a previous migrant friend/aquaintance for a night or two -or a b&b, and then renting short term - months - until you found a house. The local contact could tell you what was a good area, price, etc. And that's where your furniture will go - either your short term rental or your home.
Uh. Don't know anyone there. B&b's a plenty - at a price. Houses to rent for months? what? hello? - especially when, like now, we don't even know when we're going. And then of course we have no idea at all whether we're getting a piece of land, a good shed, or a house. The former two are more likely - in which case what in the hell do you do with a lot of furniture - mostly old and loved?
Hence the container idea. Maybe we just buy one, and then we have shed of sorts...
And your mind keeps bouncing around - from containers to fish soup - which could be a bad experience. I've been peering at recipes. Experimenting. I've been fishing for 45 years - I can probably catch something, even though the locals will lick me 16 ways to breakfast (never underestimate local knowledge, and never go in, as an incomer, assuming you know more than f-nothing). The Portuguese one made my blood freeze... shudder, long boiled fish. I barely boil anything, except very briefly. More on the various training food experiments next time.
I guess I could always boil fish in the container... LOTS of really vile soup anyone?
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