But regardless, it's time for a little recap.
October was a bit of a whirlwind between two jobs, beer drinking, meeting heaps of new friends, and accidentally waking up on a naval base one morning. That's a story for a different time though, I'm afraid. And of course, there were those two very incredible holidays.
I spent a long weekend in Rotorua (also nicknamed Rotovegas, although I fail to see the similarities...), where I spent my time pub crawling, luging, sky swinging (NEVER again), zorbing, and beating a bunch of young lads in pool (sorry boys).
Luging was by far the greatest surprise. I was prepared to be underwhelmed, and instead I found myself laughing so hard that I cried. You basically sit in the luge, steer, and control your own speed down the side of a mountain via 1 of 3 different tracks (scenic, intermediate, and advanced). Aside from the amazing scenic views, it was also a bit of an adrenaline rush. Plus it was something I had never done before, which is always on the top of my list. Win, win, win.
Zorbing was another experience entirely. You are essentially a hamster, in a big ball, rolling down a large hill. Yup, that's it. The experience came with a pretty hefty price tag, but since it originated here, it was something we knew we wanted and HAD to do. And it was worth it.
And Hobbiton. OMG. HOBBITON. On our way home, we stopped by this beautiful little paradise. It was the one place all 3 of us had been waiting to see since we arrived. And holy hell, it did NOT disappoint. From the story of how it all began, drinks at the Green Dragon, and SO many pics of the shire, I was in nerd heaven.
Look how I am just radiating nerdiness here
I then had a short 3 day week of work between that exhausting weekend, and another exhausting weekend in Wellington. But wow, Windy Welly was everything I expected and more. This city is nicknamed the 'coolest capital city in the world', and I am fully inclined to agree. It is full of beautiful scenery, great food, amazing beer (amber ale, I'm talking about you), and gives off the quirkiest and raddest little vibe I've experienced, ever.
We spent our days riding the cable car, exploring the botanic gardens, visiting the Te Papa museum, climbing Mount Victoria (I wouldn't recommend flip flops...), and getting lost in Zealandia nature reserve (Liz). Aside from that, it was pretty much exploring every gem of a cafe and/or pub that had been recommended to us. That means a lot of milkshakes, burgers, beer, and good views.
The Cable Car
View from Mount Victoria
I'll take a foxton fizz with this beautiful view, please.
And although it's been an incredible few weeks, after a cancelled flight, almost DYING during take off, getting yelled at and verbally degraded by hotel staff, and being borderline physically exhausted, I couldn't help but be so happy and thankful to be coming home. And on that drive, I couldn't help but feel grateful that going back to Auckland actually felt like going home.
And now I'm back to questioning everything. (Of fricken course I am).
You see, I'm not yet ready to stay put, and at the same time, I don't know if I'll ever be ready to leave. But with a list of places and things to do and accomplish becoming longer and longer, how do I give up so early and settle in one place? Even if it's a place where water and sun are plentiful, travel is encouraged, ideas are questioned, and beauty is never lacking.
See my problem?
You see, some people spend their entire lives waiting for the happiness that I believe I have already found.
The sort of happiness that comes from an array of life events like falling in love, having a baby, or in my case, finding a place where you finally feel you belong. A sort of happiness that makes you dance while hanging laundry, cry when you feel the ocean, and completely unearths your soul.
That's the sort of happiness I want for now and forever, no matter where that place may be.