In 8 months time, I have decided to embark on a new journey. In light of not appropriately documenting this one, I have posed some thoughts on gifts, realizations, the little things about being here.
Some days I would plan hours just in commute, to walk from one place to the next. I don’t think twice about how far anything is. It all seems walkable, weather it’s 20 minutes to the grocery store, or an hour and a half to the airport.
And to think, I ever spent so much on gas.
True friends visit friends in New Zealand
I am BEYOND blessed and moved that TWO of my friends came to visit me while I was living here. My own family wouldn’t think to do that. As much as they would love to, it is a huge time and money investment. One friend moved here with me and one will leave with me. I am so lucky– and it doesn’t matter if I was just a good excuse for them to see New Zealand! They are awesome.
Meaning of Life
So I got two hourly jobs when I moved here. It seems to easy to let work become mundane, or routine. However, being a foreigner aided in guest interest, sparked conversation with strangers, and developed long lasting friendships with regulars.
In one of my final days at the cafe, a regular pulled me aside, as he often does, and harassed me about when I was going to start traveling again. This particular regular had caught me between my two jobs, and condemned me for working too hard. To his surprise I revealed my plans and thus ensued joy and passion and a deep conversation regarding the meaning of life, in the amount of time it took me to wipe the neighboring table.
Love. This is the second time anyone has boldly shared their meaning of life, the last time being just a year ago. I will always remember his, because, in a way, it is mine too.