Heyy All,
I hope you're all doing well.
From the posts I have read, I very much enjoyed reading about your experiences and look forward to reading the rest.
My story is probably slightly different, it all started when I was 7. I was on holiday in Spain, Sotogrande with my uncle and his family at their villa. He had planned to take us into Gibraltar for a day trip up to see the monkeys, which I was extremely excited about because being a city girl, had never seen wild, free animals before. Admittedly when I got up to the monkeys I was soo scared, but it was still an amazing experience.
I then remember walking down main street, seeing people smile at me and greeting one another and I was totally shocked because that is something you never get where I live!!
Then walking into casemates square I saw what to me felt like a million giant people (I was only 7) and huddled up to my family in fear that I would be pushed and barged out of the way, but once again surprisingly not! At this point, I just thought the people were great.
Throughout the day I just remember falling more and more in love with the country, I remember coming home and bragging to my parents with such excitement about how amazing Gib was and from that day I did not stop!
Since then I have visited again a few times for day trips when over in Spain, then coincidentally I met my bestfriend online, who happened to be from Gibraltar (Honestly a total coincidence!)
I then went on a weeks holiday in 2013 to stay with her and her family, (expats) and staying for the week really did open my eyes to how much I needed to live there. So when I came home I started to plan my move.
My plan was to finish my 2 year childcare course at college and as long as I was not in a committed relationship, at a stable job or both I would move as soon as I had the chance...however sadly that did cause some issues with my parents, as their youngest, they weren't happy about me leaving, especially my dad as I grew up a daddy's girl.
November 3rd 2014 I met the love of my life (Ollie) and started my new permanent job (Busy, but memorable day!)
This obviously put a hold on the move, I then worried about whether Ollie would like Gib enough for us to move and then if so when, etc...
We planned a holiday out there for July 2015 because I wanted to show Ollie what an amazing place Gib was and still is to me and after settling in, he thankfully told me that he loved it there and would consider moving and we checked in with some estate agents for information.
When we got back to Heathrow we both looked sooo glum, neither of us wanted to step off of that plane and from then on we started planning our move.
We are now in the process of saving up, working extra hours so hopefully we will be able to move quicker, emailing more estate agents and possible job employers all once again for more information and we are hoping to be packing up and moving by January 2017.
Ollie is looking to join the police and I am looking to work with a lovely team of practitioners at a nursery and then in how ever many years to come opening my own in Gib!
Sorry for the story, I was just so excited to share my story with you all and I cannot wait to update you in the near future!
I love Gibraltar, Gibraltarians and everything else about Gibraltar. England shouldn't get Gib back, tbqh they do not deserve it back (I said they as I already count myself as a Gibraltarian!
Thank you for reading, especially if you got this far!