Sunday, August 10, 2014

A Kiwi life: My first days in New Zealand

Well, I did it. I made it to the beautiful New Zealand!!! It's everything I expected, and more, but it sure wasn't easy getting here.

In fact, it was sad, stressful, and one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Leaving Australia really broke my heart. Saying goodbye to a city, a family, and a life I sincerely loved, was a royal pain-in-the-ass. And since I'm clearly a pro at nursing heartbreaks, I spent a great deal of time eating ice cream for breakfast, and shutting out the world, in order to cope.

Just kidding... that only happened once (or twice).

In reality, I spent a lot of time catching up with friends, playing with my little girls, and drinking my favorite pale ales. I also had to manage repacking my entire life into one suitcase and a backpack. You know, your basic typical nightmare. It was a lot of ups and downs those last few weeks, and beyond not having a lot of free time, I just didn't give a shit about writing.

On my last day, we had lunch on the water complete with beer, chippies, and my precious chicken wings. It was a beautiful and perfect day, aside from the fact that it was by far one of the hardest days of my entire life. I tried to stay positive, tried to smile, and tried to be excited for my new adventure. Instead, I spent the day desperately fighting back tears every time I opened a gift, read a letter, or hugged my little girls. And I failed.

But somehow, with no other choice, I powered through as best as I could, and made it to the airport with my entire life in my hands. I was back to being alone, with two bags, a passport, and a one-way ticket to New Zealand. Up until this point, I hadn't even had time to think about the fact that in 12 hours, I'd be moving in with complete strangers, in an entirely new and foreign land. Although, that seemed easy after all my heart had been through in the last few days.

And it was. In fact, it was the easiest part of the entire process.

After 37 hours with no sleep, and lugging all of my shit around, finding Amanda at the airport was such a relief. I moved in 30 minutes later, and life has been good ever since. The house is beautiful, the kids are precious (and I mean seriously precious), and I finally have that bay window I've always wanted.

Oh, and did I mention they're both phenomenal cooks and I live just blocks from the beach? Perks y'all. Perks.

And to top it all off, I'm writing this on my first family vacation at a Starbucks in Queenstown!!

Because they booked my flight after I was hired, I had to fly down solo. It gave me heaps of time to finally chill (pun intended) out, listen to music, and ear-to-ear smile for two hours as I flew over the beautiful mountain views. Seriously, how or why does anyone sleep through this?!?!

I sat in my perfectly positioned window seat, feeling completely overwhelmed with emotion the entire way down, which says a lot considering my emotionless and somewhat jaded state just over one year ago. I've now become an emotional, thankful, and life loving, crazy hot mess. You know, the kind who almost cries at the sight of mountains from a plane. The kind who somehow loves snow in August, because she hasn't seen it in so long. Or the kind who is somehow getting paid to drink hot cocoa, write, and obsessively stare outside at this incredible world.

I'm just so ridiculously grateful for all of life's amazing opportunities. I'm thankful to the universe for being so incredibly good to me, and to everyone who has loved and supported me along the way.

Looks like I'm back to revamping my travel plans, so that I can now stay in New Zealand longer than I originally anticipated. This country already has my heart, and I now have zero intention of rushing my time here.

This country is my home and this is right where I'm supposed to be. For now, anyway.

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