I’m sure you’ve read my mother’s article: Find your true self by giving everything away. It’s about the move from Australia to the entirely different world of Scotland. Where life is more fulfilling and richer experiences await, rather than what we were all used to in Australia.
My younger brother wrote an article too: Moving countries as a teen.
Now it’s time to hear it from me, the oldest son and a younger voice in this world.
I’m sure you’re wondering why I mentioned my being the oldest son. This is because even though my brother and I are only three years apart, that age gap makes a massive difference. Our experiences in this world are quite different.
From the day our parents told us “It’s time for a new chapter in our lives“, my emotions and opinion on the subject have been a mixture of empathy and apathy.
You may be aware of what it’s like to move house or towns as a child. That massive drop in your chest when you realise that you are leaving all of your friends and connections behind for a new start. Even if it’s just across the road in a different street. Change can be tough.
For me it was very intensely felt. Moving house is fine but moving countries and abandoning your old life is a entirely different thing altogether.
In a way, I envy my younger brother. Having not spent as much of his life as I had building up friendships and becoming familiar with his country. I can only assume that it must have been at least slightly easier for him to pack up and go.
For me I was leaving behind everything I’ve ever known. Sure it was for a new world filled with new opportunities but it doesn’t make it any less frightening. Even saddening and at one point. At times it filled me with rage against my family for “Not considering what I want” as the typical teen would say.
Little did I know that we were moving for that very reason. My parents were only considering me. And my brother.
The life they can give me over here in the UK is a life full of rich experiences, job opportunities and the freedom to explore the world. I can have a weekend in Europe for £200 including return flights! You can’t do that in Australia.
Losing my attachments in Australia wasn’t as bad as I thought thanks to whats app and skype.
My fears of not fitting in because I was foreign were swiftly pushed aside when I discovered that the Scots adore Aussies as much as we adore them in Australia.
I’ve established myself quite well and all I can say to my parents is “Thank you!”
If you’re thinking of moving to Scotland, or anywhere in the UK for that matter, I suggest you take the plunge and Dare to
do it Done.