How did we land in Vietnam?  A place I would have never considered as my temporary home.   To be honest, it wasn’t my first choice for even a holiday destination.  How wrong and closed-minded I was!

My husband and I were on a mission. We desperately needed to emigrate and leave South Africa for the second time.  We kept kicking ourselves at how stupid we were to have returned to South Africa in the first place after we had successfully managed to make a great life for ourselves in the UK and then Spain for nine years between 2000 and 2009. 

My husband had his ten-year Spanish residence card. Next would have been a passport. Why did we give it all up?  It started when the recession hit Spain, and it became exceedingly difficult with many companies closing down, a record number of redundancies and friends forced to return to the UK.  We had just welcomed our beautiful daughter into the world, and we began to convince ourselves to give our beloved country a second chance.  The only country we would unconditionally love like a toxic love affair impossible to end.   We tried to pretend all was good and tried to forget all the wrong as we were willing it to become a country where we could feel safe, be close to our family and make a comfortable life for ourselves and our children. With heads in the clouds, we hoped  ‘Mzansi could stand together as one and fight all evil’. I mean South Africa is a beautiful country, from scenery to culture and cuisine, not to mention our great climate and the big five, the number of talented sportsmen and women to name but a few. Unfortunately, the brutality is just too ghastly to accept. We had to get it out of our system. We had to accept, we would never have the freedom and security to enjoy its full beauty without fear. We could never be free from the bars we had to hide behind each night.

In September 2018, my husband accepted a position in Vietnam.  It was unexpected as we never imagined a job opportunity in Asia, and we were excited to explore a world we had not encountered before. An excellent way to share it with our children.  We finally realised we were living a semi-nomadic lifestyle. We were unable to settle down in one particular country or place, we seemed to be moving every 3 to 4 years. Looking for a new opportunity and new challenges. So why not embrace our lifestyle and explore a new part of the world.  The experiences our children have world schooling, learning to respect different cultures, their ways of life and belief systems they come across as they interact with people of all ages

Everything steamrolled quickly. We had to give in our notice at work,  sell our home contents, cars and source the countless documents required to be authorised, apostle stamped and then translated. My husband needed to be in Vietnam in October, which didn’t give us enough time.  We decided that he should leave ahead of us while we remained behind to finish all tasks, and the children could complete their academic school year. 

I need to give myself a big pat on my back. I did it all on my own.  Ok, it wasn’t my first rodeo. We had relocated from Johannesburg to the UK, then the UK to Spain, Spain to Johannesburg, Johannesburg to Mosselbay, Mosselbay to Cape Town and now Cape Town to Hanoi.  The only difference this time was the added pressure to sell the entire contents of our home, assist my daughter with her first year-end exams, organise a joint pool birthday/farewell party, and plan our final road trip from Cape Town to Johannesburg with our worldly belongings piled high in the car.

The day arrived 1 more day till we left our home in Cape Town. My wonderful mom flew in to join us on our road trip.   One last night sleep in an empty home, with two beds and a washing machine waiting for collection on departure day. We enjoyed a final walk on Fish Hoek beach and finished our day off with a fabulous dinner in Kalk Bay.

With the sun shining bright we were ready. Last items dropped off at salvation army, car packed to the brim every inch of space taken up by worldly belongings. We waited for the final buyers to collect beds, washing machine and head out of Cape Town on our 1450km road trip.

Our first stop a hidden gem off the N1 Matjiesfontein! It is only a two and a half hours drive from Cape Town. The perfect pitstop and an excellent excuse to explore the restored little Victorian street.  We stopped for a bite and stepped back in time.

Tummies filled and legs stretched we continued onto Beaufort West another 230km drive for a well deserved night sleep. We book the Greys House through AirB&B, the accommodation was spacious, clean and exceedingly comfortable, with indoor pool and garden to keep the children entertained.

After a restful sleep, we were ready for the next leg of the journey, approximately 500km drive to Kimberly, to visit the worlds largest diamond mine and the deepest man-made pit in history. We decided to stay two days as we wanted to explore the town and its history.

We chose to stay at Jungnickel Gastehuis in Kimberly. The guesthouse service and English breakfast were excellent.  Thankfully they had a pool and shaded outdoor space for my mom and I to relax and keep an eye on the children as they cool off after a busy morning in the Karoo heat.

Our final leg and feeling very cramped in the car we couldn’t wait to see our family in Johannesburg.  I needed a holiday and spend quality time with my mom, dad inlaws before flying to Hanoi.

D-Day, 20th December 2018, we were ready to start our new adventure but oh how I dislike saying goodbye! There were no dry eyes at the airport. Filled with mixed feelings of excitement, sadness and guilt as we left our loved ones behind.  We had to look forward and board the Cathay Pacific flight, looking towards the unknown future, but eager to reunite with my husband.  It was the longest separation we had ever had to endure, but thankful it was coming to an end.

As challenging and as stressful as our move was, we managed it! We all settle into our new home and the children have adapted well to their new lifestyle. 

If you are lucky enough to be given a chance to move to a new country, don’t look back, don’t live in the past, but be prepared, as every country has its pros and cons, and the 1st move is never easy.  The reward for trying will be making a new life, exploring a new country and enjoying the adventure along the way.   I can admit our 1st move was the hardest and took about two years to settle down, but with each move after that, it has become notably easier.