“To travel is to take a journey into yourself.” Danny Kaye
It’s hard to believe I’ve been in New Zealand for six months now. It only seems like yesterday that I left my mum sobbing at Heathrow as I made my way through security.
For anyone who knows me well, they’ll know that travelling was always, always on the agenda for me. All I ever wanted to do was see the world and find where I belong. My hometown was never going to cut it.
I thought I’d leave and become this dreadlocked, tree-hugging hippy who hitchhiked my way around the country; instead, I’m still the same person I was when I left. I still try different things, love to meet new people and learn about new cultures. The landscape still fascinates me as much here as a sunset from Borough Hill ever did. I act a little crazy still sometimes. I worry about my family and friends more than ever.
That’s not to say I haven’t changed. Fundamentally, I’m pretty much the same person. Emotionally? I left a broken 22-year-old with nothing to live for. I’m about turn 23 and am more excited than ever about what the future has to offer me.
I don’t know what I’ll be doing in 6 months time and for once, as a complete whittler, that doesn’t phase me. My travel plans change on a
weekly daily basis. I want to be here, there and everywhere all at once.
For now though, I’m saving my dollars in Auckland ready for a year of travelling in 2015.