I suppose many of you (Malaysians, that is) would say that I’m moving away because Malaysia sucks (or something to that effect).
Yes, that’s one of my many reasons. But I don’t think Malaysia sucks. I think her politicians suck. In fact they are all idiots – moreso than politicians elsewhere!
I love living in Malaysia. I love the fact that there’s such good, cheap food here. I love the fact that my friends and family are here, that we have such great shopping, that Malaysia has given me the chance to be in the career I’m in. I know that if I worked elsewhere, I probably would not have the same amazing opportunities.
After March 8, I thought Malaysia would be my home forever. March 8 seemed to say that Malaysia is changing for good. But I forget that our government is not the sort that will say, “The voters has spoken. We will change!”
Instead, they’ve stepped up their nefarious ways, taking over Perak illegally, making it a crime for people to wear all black (blardy hell, I wear black outfits to office most of the time – I’m arrestable!), bribing politicians to jump ship and yet denying it – as if we’re all stupid idiots. Yes, all this reminds me of the one major thing I hate about Malaysia: living under a cloud of fear and uncertainty. Having to bear the corruption of our leaders.
Ah, but that’s a different post altogether.
My biggest reason for moving to Australia is because it’s my childhood dream. Even before I knew what emigration was, I wanted to live in a foreign city. When I was young, I would draw myself living in distant cities … when I grew up, I tried to fulfill that dream by travelling a lot, but that seemed to have made my thirst worse! (Hence my nickname, Susan Wanderlust!)
Then, literally half the young ‘uns in my family – including cousins and siblings – started emigrating to US, New Zealand and Australia. The hunger turned to desperation, and no matter how much I tried to reason with it, it refused to listen. The last straw was when my best pal told me she’s going to Britain. All this happened in two years, btw!
After fighting it for years, I decided to at last give in.
You see, I don’t want to live a life full of regrets. I don’t want to be 50 and look back and say to myself, “Why didn’t I try living overseas?” I want to try it, and if I don’t like it, at least I can come back and say, “I tried it, and I didn’t like it.”
I have no illusions that the “grass is greener” on the other side. In fact, I don’t think my career will be as exciting as it would be here. But I reminded myself that career is not everything. There are other aspects of life to enjoy to. I hope to fully enjoy life when I’m in Australia – no matter what occupation I have.