10 months in.
10 months in and I was missing home (even though I kinda was just there).
10 months in and I finally had my ish together – a routine of some sort that involved three part time jobs and a once a month social life.
10 months in, and in my routine, I knew that this was not a place I’d want to live permanently, or extend my stay.
It was a nice country, but I didn’t think it was quite the place for a 20 something year old who wanted to ‘seize the day’. In the end, the biggest city became too small and you felt the need to move on. You felt accomplished that you made it this far, but you also knew this wasn’t your last stop.
10 months in, and I was enjoying the stability of the routine, but also was beginning to itch to leave – for the next stop, the next adventure.
10 months in, and the plans began for my next location.
10 months in New Zealand, with 2 more left.
10 months in.
Written on: November 26th 2018
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