Queenstown, New Zealand
November 3, 2013
Today: November 11
Marks my last day in this beautiful country. I am amazed that four and a half months passed. I’ve met great people and seen more beauty than I can handle. I kept a ton of pictures to myself, but the few that I did post, I hope they inspire friends and people to make NZ a destination in their future. It’s incredible to live somewhere so far away and different from what you’re use to. I will miss the fresh air, the hundred shades of green, the wonderful people… I didn’t visit all the places I had hope to, but it’s alright. I’m coming back here one day.
"Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and the thinkers, but most of all, surround yourself with those who see greatness within you, even when you don’t see it yourself."
What a morning.
I updated my resume, applied for two internships ( I really hope at least one responds and follows through), fixed a problem that needed attention and finalized an anniversary gift.
Now I have to pack and get myself ready for 5 days of New Zealand farm life.
I’m going to miss the seagulls gawking, the way my bed creaks every time I move, the way these springs poke into my body every night, the ultra thin walls where you can hear full on conversations, the sound of rain every morning because my head is nearest to the bathroom shower, the glow-in-the-dark stickers on my ceiling, the warmth of two blankets and a sleeping bag, the cloudy skies through my windows, the broken chair that I set my mirror on, the bass of the guys’ voices in the living room below, the belligerent shouts on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, the sound of live music from the next door complex, the sounds from the mosque, the birds that built a nest in our water spout, the slamming of our heavy door, the stench of our bathroom, the smell of burning coffee from the coffee factory down the street, the amount of broken glass on the streets, the cats that roam around, the rare days we get sunshine, bringing couches out to the courtyard, setting up hammocks, having movie nights next door, half naked dance parties in the car park, drinking games where everyone is keen to do the most, making s’mores, having barbeques, complex feasts, complex trip to the movies, going to town, dancing in the clubs, eating ice cream, eating period.
I reckon I’m going to miss this place and the people heaps.
"Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it."
"Kiss your own fingertips
and hug your own curves.
You are made of waves and honey
and spicy peppers when it is necessary.
You are a goddess,
I hope you haven’t forgotten."
"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again."