The wordpress iPhone app enables me to see how people have found this blog, which can be quite interesting. Earlier this evening I noticed that somebody had reached it by following a link from a blog called ‘Emigrate to New Zealand’, so I clicked the link back to see more.
It turns out that somebody had linked to the post I wrote to say how I don’t like our rental house. The link to my post had been put in the comments section of a post on that blog – a post all about the supposed horrors of renting in NZ, melodramatically presenting totally commonplace things (landlords wanting tenant references, landlords actually having the temerity to own investment properties in the first place, rental properties often being a bit grubby and crap, etc) as if these were problems unique to NZ. And not just that – these great problems were presented as if they somehow provided a window into the snide and underhand side of Kiwis otherwise hidden by our seemingly cheerful and friendly exteriors.
This fitted the tone of the entire blog, which claims to be offering an impartial view of NZ to balance the good PR, but which actually has nothing good to say about the place. And you’ve never read so much whinging in your life. The whole blog is a miserable, Eeyorish view of the world that seems to delight in finding any negative news story about NZ and sharing it with its readership of sullen, glass-half-empty souls. Some of it is hilarious in a ‘what a bunch of misanthropic freaks’ kind of way, and it all makes me wonder what kind of simpletons have been let into the country – people who are shocked that NZ isn’t full of ruddy-cheeked characters who do nothing but raise sheep and bake scones, and who are horrified and disappointed to learn that NZ isn’t perfect.
I find the whole thing a bit mystifying. I’ve lived in a different country for most of my adult life and I know that there are always things that you might not like about your adopted place, but – unless you’ve been sent there on a convict ship – you’re free to go back home again, surely? To choose to live somewhere and then do little else but bitch about it and hate everything about your life seems to be a horrible existence. To go to the trouble to start and maintain a blog with no purpose beyond celebrating your unhappiness and trashing the place that was good enough to welcome you – well, that’s just mental. And it’s graceless. There were things that I didn’t like about life in the UK, but I sure as hell didn’t spend my days dwelling on them, or complaining to everybody. I have no doubt that people who are this negative will be doing nothing positive to improve life for themselves and others in NZ – why bother, when you can just bitch and moan online instead?
So, if anybody is reading this after seeing the one post of mine linked at Emigrate to New Zealand and assuming that I’m their kindred spirit in misery: please feel free to move on, both from this blog and from this country. New Zealand isn’t paradise – nowhere is – but you obviously weren’t happy with your home country either… maybe your problems go a bit deeper than your physical location. New Zealand is still a young country and it will continue to grow and thrive through the efforts of its citizens. If you’re not willing to contribute in a positive way and add value to the place, we really don’t need you!