When I was a 10-year-old I had 2 idols, both of them strong independent women. First one was Mother Theresa – I’m sure I still have an essay I did on her somewhere. Second one, Jane Goodall. And she’s the one I will be talking about now.
I know. I am 2 days too late for this post. I was happily stuck in the New Zealand hills without a solid internet connection. Enjoying life and the nature sometimes means being not wireless connected. We can handle that, right?
7.36am, my phone rings. With my sleepy head I try to reach for it. Too late. Someone left a voicemail. Immigration. My heart skips a beat. I’ve only handed in my dossier last Friday, why are they already calling me? It usually takes up to a month to process. Is something wrong?
You know how I’ve talked before about how travelling is like a roller coaster. Well, I’m going FULL speed right now, with the hairs wild in the wind.
Why? Because of the threat of deportation. Ok, that’s a bit too dramatic, but I have to face the facts. In a month I have to leave New Zealand. My visa expires, the nightmare of every traveller who doesn’t want to leave yet.
A couple of days ago I received a package from my mom back home. In there I found a note written by me 4 years ago. It started with “I am happy”.
I’m writing these words from a sunny café in Christchurch, New Zealand. This week I went indoor climbing, rock climbing and to the ballet. Tomorrow I’m going canyoning. I tell to myself, life is pretty good.
I can’t believe how fast time flies. One year and a half ago I quit my job to travel. Bye vtm– newsroom, bye family and friends and bye good life. I’m ready for an even better life. Looking back on all those things I’ve done I get a warm fuzzy feeling inside. I challenged myself to go travelling alone, I met great people, did crazy stuff and saw beautiful things. Of course there are lonely and sad moments, but after a while you’re not afraid of those anymore and they only make you stronger.
So yes, I am back in Belgium… It’s been almost two weeks now. And it feels weird!
My first days were amazing, seeing my family and friends again. A nice brunch at my brothers place with my brand new nephew, a big BBQ the day after with the rest of my family, drinks and food with my girls, a bachelor party for one of my girlfriends that’s getting married, and so on. Moments of happiness!