The Starting Line

It’s been hard to put into words exactly how I felt about getting on the plane to leave New Zealand. There was a whirlwind of emotions when I left, and then by the time I was home all I felt was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I felt like I had reached the finish line of my adventure and I just wasn’t ready to go back to my old life yet.


Here’s a photo of my gourmet plane supper

I was told it takes 3 days to get over jet leg for a normal person. However considering my sleeping patterns have never been considered ‘normal’ I spent a week sleeping at 10pm and then getting up at 3am to realize it was a good enough time as any to unpack and clean my room, and then go back to sleep at 5am and wake up at the relatively normal hour of 12pm.

While I’ve asked around, no ones been able to tell me how long it takes to get over that ‘post trip feeling’. If you’ve ever been on a life changing trip, or even went someplace to get out of town for a weekend (personally I’d count both as exciting trips) then you’ll know exactly what feeling I’m talking about. If not I’d check out this video because they explain it way better than I ever could!


Photo from when we went swimming with dolphins

This trip completely changed my outlook on life and how I want to live it. Living and traveling by myself taught me things that I never would have learned if I had stayed here in Moncton, continuing on my path of doing the same things day in and day out. But more importantly it showed me just how much I can handle on my own.


“Toss your hair in a bun, drink some coffee, put on some gangsta rap and handle it” has become a new life motto.

Before I left I was a nervous wreck. I had never traveled alone or lived by myself and I’ll admit my mother still bought most of my groceries (to be fair when I do grocery shopping there’s a lot more pasta and ice cream and less greens and healthy food, so really it was in my best interest that she did). I was also in that awkward stage of growing up where you don’t need anyone’s approval to do things anymore, but you still want them to confirm you are in fact doing the right thing and not completely screwing your life up.

Now that I’ve: traveled all the way across Canada, to L.A and then to New Zealand, got over my fear my flying (kinda. ok, it’s a work in progress), found a place to live for 3 months, learned to feed myself more than noodles and take away, make a budget and actually stick to it (kinda), do all the visa paper work, apply for a tax number AND get a New Zealand bank account, figure out how to get around in a huge city without getting too lost, go to a bar alone because I knew no one in the city, go swimming with dolphins, climb up a volcano, get a sun tan in January, pay 12$ for laundry, take a ferry even though they are not my favourite mode of transportation (they scare me ok), and have the most emotional Goodbye of my life. Well, I’ve stopped caring about having someone else’s approval.


I made some decisions that I know not everyone agreed with. When I graduated high school I took a year off.. And then another. And I’d like to say that during that time I found out what I want to do and am now pursuing that career and have never been happier. But the truth is that I’m in the same boat I was in when I left, just with a lot less money and a much better tan. I know lot’s of things I DON’T want to do, and I’m beginning to plan out where I see myself in a few years – which is hopefully still doing some travel and preferably with a few dogs and my own top of the line espresso machine. And I think that’s a pretty good starting line.

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