365 days ago I had packed up my entire life into a storage container, farmed some stuff out to friends houses, dropped a few Important Things with my parents and stood at the airport with two bags and my passport ready to start a new adventure.
I have mixed emotions. Happy at how my life is now. Sad at how some things went. Grateful for the opportunity. A bit homesick for my friends, family and UK life. Excitement at what’s to come.
I’m not celebrating, but neither am I wallowing, just acknowledging the anniversary.
I’ve met some truly wonderful people over here and I’ve done some amazing stuff. You can’t get any more outdoorsy than here; it’s pretty perfect for me. I love my job and the people I work with, and every morning I look at the mountains from my living room window and am in total AWE of this country’s beauty. Sometimes I just sit there and all of a sudden think “OH MY GOD I LIVE IN NEW ZEALAND” and get a little tummy flip. Like somehow I’ve forgotten I live here. Odd.
I have no idea what’s next, but that’s the fun part right? I never know what’s going to happen, I just see what comes up and jump on opportunities if they seem interesting/exciting/scary/crazy.
Right now I’ll take more of the same thanks, with a chilled out vibe.
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