Since I arrived in America, the hunt has been on. For a place to rent that is! But first some background that I didn’t mention in my first blog post.
An opportunity not to be squandered
I’m one of the fortunate ones to get a soft landing arriving in a new country which I’ve explained in Day Zero. I’m cognisant of this fact. What I didn’t mention in my last blog post is the experience my parents went through when they migrated to Australia and why I’m grateful for my experience so far. My only recollection on my parents migrating to Australia is from the anecdotal stories they handed down to me. My mother chose to migrate to Australia because it was one of the few countries that recognised her qualifications from Hong Kong as a nurse. This is because it was also a Commonwealth country. She chose Australia because she knew a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend. Basically, some random connection from her home. But it was better than nothing.