Guys, I have some big news. Some major news. Life-changing news over here. No, mom, I’m not pregnant. BUT – I’m officially a permanent resident of New Zealand! There’s no getting rid of me now, suckers!
After seven years of living in and loving the Land of the Long White Cloud, my heart is filled with joy to receive my permanent residency here finally. It means so much to me to essentially be adopted by New Zealand, a place where I genuinely feel like I belong.
I could have never imagined this moment when I bought my very first plane ticket moving to New Zealand as a bright-eyed blogging youth of 25 (spoken in my raspiest, been-around-the-block-a-few-times voice). Ah, life.
Permanent residency in New Zealand means I’ve done my time here, and I’ve paid my dues. I’ve clocked in my years, and I’ve managed to demonstrate that I’m 100% committed to living in New Zealand. It means now that I can come and go for however long I wish, always knowing I can return here (not that I would ever leave LOL). I believe it’s the equivalent of a Green Card in the USA where I’m from.
Thank you so much for gifting me with permanent residency in New Zealand.
