In 1992, my late wife and I packed up our belongings into a truck and a van and drove away with our kids. Away from the small friendly state where we had lived for 10 years.
We had lived in her home country, in her home town.
A vicious recession had destroyed our competitors, then it consumed us. We went to where our prospects looked better.
Saying goodbye to family members was awful. All the neighbours helped us pack and saw us off.
Was it worth it? I really don't know.
Getting the business established turned out to be much harder than expected.
The kids were accepted quickly in what has turned out to be a wonderful multi racial and tolerant community.
Me, I'm English. The friendly country we left is Wales. I was a migrant there and our family became migrants in London.
I never forget.