Friday 13. The First Day from the Rest of Our Lives.

This is the first day of the rest of my life. 

In Australia.

Few years ago we decided to move away from our country. To raise our children away from obvious political corruption, from an education system which changed the education law more than 100 times in 27 years, from an incredible rotten medical system (whose faults, by the way, just erupted in the media these days).

It was not an easy decision to make. It took me years to convince Bogdan that we need to go away. It took us years to decide which country we want to live in. It took us two years to apply and obtain the Australian resident visa. It was a lot of work for him, because we were too old to apply for the visa in an old fashion way. I mean, after 40's, you need to be a skilled migrant in order to obtain the extra points you need to apply.

But we did it.

So, last November, we had it. The resident visa, I mean. All of us. And, ever since, our life is a carousel. And, probably, it will spin for a while as crazy.

Today is our first day from the rest of our lives. In Australia. In Adelaide, to be precise. For now. Today we opened the bank account, we had a cup of coffee in the City, we went to Brighton so Bogdan could shoot the sunset, and now he works on a market study, while I cook and enjoy some Australian rose wine. We'll go back soon to bring the kids, as soon as we will set up all things here.

Friday, 13. 

The First Day from the Rest of Our Lives. 

A day to be remembered.