“What Time is it There Right Now?” Or, Everything You (N)ever Wanted to Know About Daylight Saving Time, Including the Fact That It’s ‘SavinG’ Time, not ‘SavingS’ Time.

A few weeks ago–on Sun, Sept 28th–5.3 million Kiwis and I set our clocks ahead an hour as Daylight Saving Time ended and we “sprang forward” into spring.

Yep: Daylight Saving Time is a thing here, too. I was extremely displeased when I found this out.

The look on my face when I first found out that NZ observes DST.

The first Sunday in November, when we in [most of] the United States “fall back an hour,” has long been my least favorite day of the year. You’re staring down the barrel of an interminably long New England winter, but hey, know what would help? What if we make it so that it’s pitch [expletive] black at 4 PM?

If you are able to picture the level of my excitement at the thought of living in a sane, rational country that didn’t arbitrarily disrupt its citizens’ circadian rhythm twice a year, you can also visualize the level of abject horror I experienced when I found out that they do. They do observe Daylight Saving Time in New Zealand. In fact, Daylight Saving Time was first proposed in 1895 IN. NEW. ZEALAND.

I always assumed that the maddening tradition of changing the time twice a year was a uniquely American thing, but it’s not. In fact, about a third of countries recognize DST.

Here’s a map of countries which observe Daylight Saving Time:

Blue = Observes DST around the Northern Hemisphere summer,
orange = Observes DST around the Southern Hemisphere summer.
Source: Wikipedia.  


So yeah, New Zealand does the whole DST thing too. But get this: they observe it in April and September, as opposed to March and November like we do in America. On the first Sunday in April they fall back an hour because it’s going into their winter, and the last Sunday in September they spring ahead an hour because it’s going into their springtime, whereas in the States, we jump ahead an hour on the second Sunday in March as we enter springtime and then fall back an hour on the first Sunday in November when we’re heading into seasonal depression winter.

So loosely speaking–don’t do the math on this–the Eastern Time Zone of the United States, where I’m from, is 18 hours behind New Zealand for about 2.5 months, then 17 hours behind for three weeks (give or take), then 16 hours behind for roughly five months, then looping back to 17 hours behind for like five weeks, and then back to 18 hours behind for the remaining 4-ish or so months of the year (hey, I said don’t do the math).

Does your head hurt yet? Welcome to my world these past five years. Long-distance relationships, both romantic ones and family/friend ones, are hard enough to maintain as it is, let alone 9,300-mile/15,000km-long-distance ones, and then add a whopping 18, 17, 16, 17, or 18 hour time difference which changes four times a goddamned year.

The changing of the clocks a few weeks ago led me to do a deep dive on Daylight Saving Time, which included the discovery that it’s actually “SavinG” time, not SavingS” time. Where did this idea even come from, and why are we still doing it? I’m glad you asked! Let’s go on a Daylight SavinG Time adventure together!

As I mentioned before, the idea for Daylight Saving Time was originally proposed in New Zealand. George Hudson, a British-born entomologist living in NZ at the time, came up with the idea because it would give him more sunlight by which to collect bugs (I swear I’m not making this up). In 1895, he presented a paper to the Wellington Philosophical Society proposing a two-hour daylight-saving shift. The idea was well-received, though nothing was actually done about it (so I guess George Hudson isn’t the true villain here, but still, he pitched the idea first). Then a different guy, William Willett, a Brit, living in England this time, independently came up with the exact same idea (what the hell, Brits!!), although his motivating factor for making everyone change their clocks twice a year was not so that he had more time to hunt for insects; it was so that he had more time to play golf. So there you have it: we’re all forced to change our clocks twice a year thanks to a bug nerd and a golf enthusiast.

George Hudson, loser bug nerd (L),
William Willett, selfish golf enthusiast (R)


DST was first implemented in the US with the Standard Time Act of 1918, a wartime measure during World War I in the interest of adding more daylight hours to conserve energy resources. It was repealed the following year, but implemented again during World War II for the same reasons. After WWII, local jurisdictions were free to choose if and when to observe DST, until the Uniform Time Act came along in 1966, which standardized DST. It is therefore a myth that DST was created in the States for the benefit of farmers; in actuality, many farmers have been lobbying against DST since it was first implemented. As stated on Wiki: “The factors that influence farming schedules, such as morning dew and dairy cattle’s readiness to be milked, are ultimately dictated by the sun, so the clock change introduces unnecessary challenges.”

New Zealand, on the other hand, first observed daylight saving in 1927, although the dates on which it occurred, and the amount of time that was changed, varied wildly over the following years. They just could *not* make up their minds about it.

The following timeline comes from the offical NZ gov’t website:

In 1941, New Zealand summer time was extended by emergency regulations to cover the whole year.

In 1946, New Zealand summer time (12 hours in advance of GMT) was adopted as New Zealand standard time. Daylight saving time was effectively discontinued at this point.

In 1974, daylight saving was trialled again, and introduced in 1975. Daylight saving time is 1 hour ahead of New Zealand standard time.

1985 — Public attitudes (pfft, I can tell you what my public attitude would have been) were surveyed and over the next few years the period of daylight saving time was extended twice.

2006-07 — Following public debate and a petition presented to Parliament, the period of daylight saving was extended to its current dates. New Zealand observes daylight saving from the last Sunday in September to the first Sunday in April.

So anyway, yeah: New Zealand has it too.

Fun” facts about Daylight Saving Time!

  • The first implementation of DST was by Port Arthur in Ontario, Canada, in 1908, but only locally, not nationally. The first nation-wide implementations were by the German and Austro-Hungarian Empires, both starting on April 30, 1916.
  • Roughly half of all countries have at some point observed Daylight Savings Time. In the past decade alone, about a dozen countries have done away with the practice, including Iran, Namibia, Russia, Turkey, and Uruguay.
  • Not every part of every country who observes DST observes DST. Only certain parts of Brazil change their clocks twice a year, and out of the six states and two territories of Australia, two states and one territory do not observe DST. In the States, Hawaii doesn’t change its clocks, all of Arizona except the Navajo Nations doesn’t change its clocks, and Indiana just started changing its clocks in 2006. And 5 of the 16 United States territories don’t observe it (and oh yeah, there are 16 US territories, apparently?).
  • Egypt stands out as the only African nation with Daylight Saving Time. It also has the distinction of having ended Daylight Saving in 2014 and then bringing it back again in 2023.
  • The Diomede Islands, located in the center of the Bering Straight between Alaska and Siberia, are made up of two islands: Big Diomede, which belongs to Russia, and Little Diomede, which belongs to the United States. The two islands are separated by the International Date Line, so although they are only 2.4 miles apart, Big Diomede (known as “Tomorrow Island”) is 20-21 hours ahead of Little Diomede (nicknamed “Yesterday Island”).



Since I was in daily contact with a certain Kiwi for the approximately 1,280 days that we were long-distance, I became adept at glancing at my watch in the States and knowing exactly what time it was in New Zealand. But my friends and family haven’t had as much practice. So before I left home, I whipped up these handy-dandy reference charts for people to hang on their fridges. Can someone just add “Auckland” to the world clock app on their phones? Obvs. Is it as fun as referencing a cute, lovingly made handmade chart? Pffft.

Here are the cheat sheets I gave people. The teeny tiny font in the bottom right corner explains when the time difference will change four times a year.


In case your brain isn’t full enough:

Back home in the States, Summer Solstice happens on June 20/21 and marks the longest day of the year (that is, the day with the most amount of sunlight). And Winter Solstice, December 21/22, marks the shortest day of the year (the least amount of sunlight). But because Earth’s two hemispheres are topsy turvy from one another, the Northern Hemisphere’s Summer Solstice is the Southern Hemisphere’s Winter Solstice. So while June 20/21 in the Northern Hemisphere is the lightest day it’s the Southern Hemisphere’s darkest one, and while December 21/22 marks the darkest day for the Northern Hemisphere, it marks the lightest day for the Southern Hemisphere.

And a fun mind bender: Stewart’s birthday is in July and mine is in December. We both grew up having wintertime AND summertime birthdays. 🙂🎂🙃

Aroha/love,

Hilary ❤️ 🌎 🕰️

I am a NEW ZEALAND RESIDENT

I KNOW, RIGHT?!

And this is where I sheepishly admit that I got residency three months ago and am just now writing about it. I’m so far behind on blogging that I missed posting about basically the most important achievement of this entire visa journey. 🤦🏼‍♀️

But my delay in this announcement doesn’t change the fact that I finally get to type this sentence:

My Partner of a New Zealander Resident Visa was approved on July 6th, making me a legal resident of New Zealand.

Somewhat amusingly, I wasn’t even in New Zealand when they finally granted me New Zealand residency. I was in the States for three months, working at my old job and spending time with family and friends, when the email came through. (Because I was out of the country when it was approved, it actually didn’t officially begin until August 22, when I got back to NZ).

The turnaround time from when I submitted the Partner of a NZer Resident Visa (Jan 6) and when it was approved (July 6) was six months to the day; Immigration’s website at the time I applied said that 80% of these visas are decided upon within 7 months, so it was right on schedule (Immigration updates its approximate turnaround time for each visa monthly).

This new visa allows me to continue living and working in NZ, and traveling in and out of NZ, for two years. After those two years are up on August 22, 2027, I can either:

1. Stay in NZ legally, forever, but never leave, or

2. Apply for the Permanent Resident Visa, which of course is the option I’ll go for. The Permanent Resident, which will be my last visa (!!!), is the cheapest ($315 NZD/$184 USD), easiest, and fastest (most are approved within 3 weeks) of them all. And then I’m good forever! (After five years of having Permanent Residence, I can–if I meet the criteria–choose to apply for citizenship. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it).

Pictures of gorgeous beach flowers to break up the blocks of text.


As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, you can’t apply for the Partner of a NZer Resident Visa until you and your Kiwi partner have been living together for 12 months. I applied a few days after Stu and I hit that mark–January 7, 2025. Because my first visa, the Partner of a NZer Work Visa, was due to expire on May 22, 2025, and my Resident Visa wouldn’t be approved until at least July 2025, I had two options: leave NZ before my Work Visa expired and return once my Resident Visa came through, or renew my Partner of a NZer Work Visa for the new tune of $1,630. I thought it was a no-brainer; I’ll just book a one-way ticket home to the States and wait it out while I spend time with my family and friends. Perfect!

Except that it wasn’t. I was advised against doing this by two separate immigration lawyers, both of whom told me that my decision to fly out of NZ, alone, on a one-way ticket without knowing when I’d be allowed to come back in wouldn’t be looked upon favorably by Immigration, since my entire application was based upon the strength of my partnership. This annoyed me greatly–why do two people have to be together constantly just to prove their commitment to one another?–but after thinking it through, I decided to go with their advice and re-apply for (and re-pay for) another Partner of a NZer Work Visa to cover me for the estimated 2-3 month gap between visas. It costs me $1,630 NZD ($951 USD), which is a hell of a lot of money to pay for 2-3 months, but I admit that it did give me peace of mind about going back to the States for a bit. The second work visa was approved on March 3 and was good for two years, giving me plenty of coverage.

On June 30, while I was back in the States, I got an email from a nice immigration officer named Stacey saying that she has been assigned to my application. (This is the only communication I’ve had from an actual person at Immigration; everything prior to this has been generic correspondence in the form of a PDF in my Immigration account inbox). Stacey was writing to ask why I left New Zealand on May 31, and for what purpose, and when was I returning, and why wasn’t my partner with me, and could I please respond to her within four days (all of this is information she was able to access since she has both of our passport numbers).


I was expecting this email. A Kiwi friend of mine has an American partner who is 15 months ahead of me in the same visa process. Like me, he was in the States while his Resident Visa was processing, and he’d received an email inquiring why he was abroad without his partner. My friend said Immigration would probably send me a similar email, and reassured me that I was doing everything by the book, my reasons for traveling were completely legitimate, and that I shouldn’t worry.

Don’t worry! Piece of cake.

Something that many of you already know about me is that I essentially exist in a perpetual state of heightened anxiety (“energetic” is a nice way of putting it; “neurotic and high strung” is also accurate), with a steady stream of worry always percolating in the background. Even when I’m going about enjoying my day, there’s always that simmering sense that something awful could definitely happen at any moment. And on the rare occasion I don’t have anything specific to worry about, my brain will kindly invent something for me. It’s like a backwards worry stone; my brain needs something to worry about just to soothe itself. I know; it’s messed up. Being a high-strung human does have its perks: I can do the work of 27 people in a day, I multitask like a champ, and if you want me to do something for you–oh, look, I already did it before you finished asking!! And it’s not like I feel constantly alarmed, just constantly…ready to panic at the drop of a hat. Increased productivity aside, it does suck that as soon as something even remotely unexpected or stressful happens, my entire being goes “OKAY, THIS IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN TRAINING FOR” and my brain has a ?!@#$!! heart attack.

So you can imagine how I reacted when this perfectly rational, friendly, and fully anticipated email from Immigration arrived in my inbox, asking very reasonable questions to which I had perfectly acceptable answers. My head went into fight or flight mode: they’re going to reject my application because I’m overseas, I’ll be out thousands of dollars, they’re going to ban me for life, and I can never see Stu or his kids or my NZ friends again. You know; a really rational response. 🙄

I immediately messaged the aforementioned Kiwi friend whose American partner is on the same journey, and she calmly (bless you, Molly) walked me through how to respond to each of Stacey’s questions, which I did. I didn’t hear back from her [🧠: PANIC], but 7 days later I got an email from Immigration with my Residency Visa attached.

For anyone who’s curious, here is what the visa looks like:

I still can’t fully believe it. It hits me in little moments, such as when Stu and I recently booked a weekend away and I reflexively reminded myself to add it to the (now-deleted) “Imm NZ Significant Events” list in the Notes app on my phone, and then remembered that I do not, ever again, have to keep a running tally of important events and their corresponding dates to submit to anyone as proof that our relationship is genuine. I can just…relax.
[🧠: “LOL”].

I honestly feel like this all happened very fast (do any of you feel that way?). It seems like just yesterday that I started this blog–it was in fact Dec 2023–to chronicle this wild immigration journey, and I pictured myself writing updates for years and years and years. Technically this isn’t “done and dusted,” as they say here, until I get Permanent Residency in 2027, but by all accounts that’s practically a given once you get residency. This was the big one.

I’ve written a lot here, but I want to close with this:
I vividly remember when I began seriously looking at moving to New Zealand. It was the US fall/NZ spring of 2019, about six months before I’d ever even set foot there. I was deep in the process of getting divorced, holding ideas of varying degrees of creativity and insanity up against my life to see if any of them could work. I could do anything I wanted to do, go anywhere I felt like going! I knew at the time that I should have felt “free,” but all I could feel was “f**king terrified.”
To give myself some breathing room, I went to my local library, logged onto one of their computers, and googled “how to move to new zealand.” I landed for the first time on the Immigration New Zealand website I would come to know by heart.
Apply now to visit, study, work or live in New Zealand, the homepage said, and it then guided me through a series of dropdown menus.
I am a citizen of [United States of America].
I want to [live permanently] in New Zealand.
I do [not] have a job offer.
I clicked “Find Visas” and fewer than a half dozen options came up, most of them completely out of reach. I checked the “Skilled Shortages” list, knowing already I wouldn’t be on it. I left the library feeling despondent and discouraged.

It’s strange now, looking back, to realize that what I once thought was impossible was simply something I hadn’t done yet.

Aroha/Love,
H. ❤️

“Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what’s possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.” – Francis of Assisi