It’s March!

… And I can’t believe we’re over a week into it as well! When I was setting up my bullet journal for March, I remember thinking to myself that March was probably going to drag on because February was such a short month and having to go through 31 days would most likely be painful. Don’t know what I was whinging about because I assure you, time has been flying by.

In saying time has been flying by, I’ve got seven (7) SEVEN days left until I leave for London. To be honest, it still doesn’t feel very real yet (key word being yet). I’m quite excited for the most part and honestly can’t wait to take an iconic photo in front of Big Ben… even if he’s covered in scaffold…


Of course, I have my moments of fear of whether or not I’m going to find a job (even a temporary assignment), a cosy flat that I can call home and whether or not I’m bringing over enough money.

I think regardless of whether I bring with me $5,000 NZD or even, $20,000 NZD, I’m always going to be stressing out about money. And I’m sure it’s not just me! I think we’re all wired to just stress about money. Unless we’re the Kardashians, of course.

I’ve been working long hours and weekends to try and make as much money as possible in my last weeks before my contract ends and I’m off on that plane. So much so that I’ve even offered to work until Monday! And I leave on Tuesday morning! But the way I see it is I might as well work as much as I can because who knows how long I’m going to be jobless for.

But it hasn’t been all blood, sweat and tears. Over the weekend, a few friends from Wellington (where I was living) came up to visit and my sister used it as an opportunity to throw a ‘surprise’ going away party for me (wasn’t really a surprise cause I knew about it but bless her soul for trying lel). It was a lovely evening filled with friends, laughs, drinks and cakes.

I’m also enjoying the irony of how organise I was when I had 100 days left until the big day. I’ve been living out of my suitcase and all my clothes were in their relevant packing cubes, shoes nicely laid down and my PJs and coats neatly folded over the top. I don’t know what happened between then and now because all my shoes are out of the suitcase, my clothes are living in all corners of my room and my coat and PJs are strewn around the suitcase. Something tells me I need to start doing my laundry and sort my shit out.


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You know what I’m dreading? Having to select a maximum of 6 nail polishes to take with me. SIX out of the 20 or 30 that I own. What a nightmare.

ANYWAYS, besides from this post being a quick update about how I’m feeling and what I’ve been up to as we draw closer to D-day, I wanted to say that I’m going to keep up with the blogging as best I can. My plan at the moment is to put up three blogs a week – Wednesday will cover work-related topics, Fridays will be all about my big move to London and handy tips and tricks and Sunday will cover productivity-related topics.

I know this may be ambitious given the upcoming life changes but I think it’s doable. And if it isn’t, feel free to comment below and tell me that I’ve just set myself up for failure.

With that, I’ll be off. See ya in the next one!

The deep end: Part Two

Scary situation #2

I’m going to sub-sub-head this ‘The Climb’. I think it’s worthy of a sub-sub heading because well, it was truly wonderful.

I woke up at 10.00am on a Monday off. I hopped in the shower (don’t judge me when you read on and realize maybe I should’ve just had a shower after, not first), put on my workout gear, packed my 1L bottle of water and raincoat into a daypack and headed out the door.

I was determined to climb up Mount Kaukau, which is the highest most visible point in the Wellington region. According to Wikipedia, it’s 445 meters above sea level.

Anyways, I parked up and made my way to the entrance of the park. I read the map, took a deep breath and went forward. While I knew EXACTLY what I was getting myself into, nothing prepared me for all the upward hills and stairs. Yerp, there were stairs.

Every corner I turned there were more and more and more stairs. I’m not going to lie, I felt like I was going to cry and give up more times than I could recite my ABCs repeatedly in 20 minutes (does this even make sense?). Oh and did I mention my calves were on fire because I went for a bit of an uphill hike a couple of days before and didn’t stretch? Yeah, that’s a thing.

Anyways, when I finally got to the top and there was a wide stretch of green with a picnic table and people lying on the grass, my god I can’t even begin to describe to you how happy I felt. I was so happy I actually started laughing. Yes that’s right, I was there by myself. And laughing. And as I continued to walk up, I continued to have a massive grin on my face.

I didn’t even care that all the people that passed me while walking up had already had their moment of bliss and were heading back down while I had just made it to the summit. It didn’t phase me one bit.

I was so happy. I soaked in the 360 views and spent a solid 5 minutes around every corner with a huge smile on face. I was truly taking everything in and I thought to myself, is this what true happiness feels like? Cause if it is, I bloody want more.


It’s hard to believe that I was experiencing a once in a blue moon moment where I was truly happy and I was by myself. What are the odds! I smiled for a while longer and decided to keep walking rather than turn around because these treks usually take you back to your starting point right?

… Right?

I was pulled into continuing the trek by the hills and an inviting pathway. I kept walking and stopped to read a map and signs that said ‘Johnsonville this way’. Meh, it’s indicating Johnsonville is that way but it doesn’t mean it’s going to take you to just Johnsonville. Right?


I kept walking… nearly stepped on dog poop and fell off the cliff because I just had to take an incredible photo. I drained my battery – from 99% it was sitting at 12%. Who cares? I won’t need it for anything other than photos.

IMG_1623IMG_1624 I just kept walking and walking and walking and suddenly, I was at an exit point. To Johnsonville. The opposite of where my car was parked.


Scary situation #3

Same day. Same place. I was in a cul-de-sac in the middle of fucking Johnsonville. Might I add, I know NOTHING about Johnsonville. I mean this was a place where my friend had to be google maps and guide me to Nandos (it’s a pretty small place kinda). For a place that’s literally a 10 minute drive from where I lived, I knew NOTHING. Like Jon Snow, I knew NOTHING.

So naturally, I checked google maps. Wahoo, 10% battery. Fuck. Google maps told me it was going to take approximately 30 minutes to get to my car. Okay cool, easy enough. With my dying phone and dying map and dying GPS. Screenshotting the map isn’t going to help, given by this time I was sitting at 5%.

I started walking through the wild ‘burbs until I got to a roundabout with a dairy in the corner. I decided I needed electrolytes or caffeine or just something. I bought a Loaded drink. Mm electrolytes.

Then my phone died. I kept following the main road, with my backpack, feeling like a right tourist and actually reading signs. To cut the story short, I made it to my car parked in Khadallah. It took me about 40-45 minutes (hard to tell when you don’t have a phone because it’s dead but judging by the approximate time of 2.35pm just before my phone died and it being 3.15pm or whatever from the top of my head).

I was so happy to see Georgie (my car) from a distance. I ran to her and hugged her like the true weirdo that I am. There was a couple sitting by the train station and I could feel their eyes piercing into my back. But you know what? Fuck them. They didn’t know my struggle. They didn’t have to endure what I had endured.


So in the space of one day, I:

  • nearly gave up
  • nearly killed someone/thing
  • nearly cried in pain
  • felt pure happiness and true bliss at the same time
  • loved life
  • felt content
  • felt assured
  • felt lost
  • felt nervous and anxious
  • felt relieved

I totally think I’m ready to travel alone.