new zealand again….
Thursday, February 9th, 2012 New Zealand again! I could have sworn I’ve been here before, and yes its true, I have, but last time it was different. I had randomly come here without plan or friends or an idea of a clue of what this place was about, all I knew was that it wasn’t America, and I was game. Coming off the plane and heading straight to waiheke, meeting up with new and old friends and generally being enamored in the lushness and beauty of this beautiful country. I was hooked immediatley extending my visa for six months with little more than enough cash for two. I made it work, woofing at the pottery in Coromandel and later Namois at the rings road herbal dispensary, I made it my home, got settled in and stayed put mainly because of cost and because there was a wood fire kiln I was was meters from.
Little did I know, I was a enigma. A hard working woofer?! Surely kiwis like to work gardening jobs too? No deary, its left for the foreigner who want it and I made it my job to be the bitch of any close by neighbors, whom loved my knowledge of native plants and my ability to kick ass at any task. I guess most foreigner cant tell the difference from a kawa kawa to a wild ginger.. Bring it then, and they did.. in my months in the Coromandel I was busy working when I wasn’t fishing or throwing pots and goodness me I had the most wonderful time and the most wistful memories of that magical place, but I digress…
Fast forward four years later.. really three and some change but who’s counting. I had with all good intentions been planning an adventure to indonesia, but after a night at munks, and a bottle of vodka been coerced into heading to kiwiburn, and doing a little visit before I headed to the much desired archipelago
I remembered how my mates had helped me through a particularly hard time, having travelled across the world to be with a boy who turned out not to be the one… oh well, it hurt at the time as these things do, and being in a similar state, abiet a not similar situation, I agreed it would be a choice idea to let my friends help me through, and its a huge step for me to stop being so damn secretive of my heartbreak and brokeness. So I did it, I came back to New Zealand to heal a broken everything, get back on my feet and find the squirrel that everyone knows and loves. the squirrel who I dont even know if I remember, the one before the boy who turned everything upside down and made me turn away from myself, the boy who was so far broken I only focused on getting him better, trying to find the girl whom I have felt very far from being in the past year especially.
good news is I’m on the way, I’d rather not get depressed about the reason I ended up here again, or the inability for me to heal myself from my own fucked up relationships in the states, but i’ll face it, my mates make it all better and the ability I have now to be free and persue my most loved aspirations make my life really blessed and special to me now. I honestly can say I haven’t felt that way in a long time so goodness me I think its a hallauhha!
thank goodness I made the final break and saw through the bullshit and gained the strength to make it happen. thank goodness I’m here.
more upbeat adventure to come,
i promise
love jessielynn
“squirrel”
jessica