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. A country 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. 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.