Hi folks
ive finally plucked up the courage to post.....
My story so far....
2007 applied for 175 PR visas, granted 2011, reigned from work & oh got redundancy....jan 2012 the big adventure begins....3 days before flying I find out am pregnant which wasn't planned. Anyway we landed in Melbourne, bought a car & travelled to the places we had never been before with the intention of making a base near Newcastle. At 6 weeks pg I found out I was having triplets...very shocked!! But we took it in our stride, hubby was applying for jobs & eventually got 2 interviews & 2 job offers. We were staying with a friend on his living room floor on an air bed (not the best with an expanding stomach! Unfortunately hubby's job wasn't to start until oct 2012 & we were running out of cash then at 18 weeks I was told the twins had died but I had one surviving baby. By this point I was very homesick & made the choice to come home (we were coming back in aug anyway for my sisters wedding) hubby got a temp job with Allianz whilst I was home. Then at 28 weeks our daughter was born weighing 1.1kgs. Luckily she is a trouper & was ok just little. Luckily I was already at hospital having a scan when my waters broke & my best friend was with me. Hubby flew back & stayed for 10 weeks working for his dad & even though we didn't have much it was one of the happiest times in our life espesh when Olivia came home after 6 weeks. Psul
returned to oz to work for rio tinto & we stayed until jan 2013.
We live on the central coast in a lovely rental, I've got friends & completely thrown myself into mothers groups, swimming, running etc. although I had bouts of missing home I was ok.
As Olivia was on a visitor visa we came home for a holiday in August, it was brilliant watching her interact & get to know her family. I stayed longer to pack up our house, sell stuff & put it on the market & returned in October.
I was keen to come back however I'm not happy here...at all. 2 weeks ago I had a panic attack about being here (not me at all) I felt like a basket case. I ended up writing a letter to my hubby with all my feelings about not wanting to be here. I want to go because I want our lo to grow up around family, I want her to gr up how I did in the northumbrian countryside running about on the farm, going to the llocal school etc etc. my hubby says he can't provide for us there like he can here. I just feel like I exist on a day to day basis. We had a long talk & have agreed to give it 6 months then reassess but tbh I would go tomorrow.
Am scared though as we have nothing in the uk as I sold it all!! But my friend said Helen it's just stuff, you can't stay here & be sad.
Sorry for the long post!