It’s finally arrived – after years of planning today is the day we jet off to New Zealand and begin our new life of travel.
Since leaving London a couple of weeks ago we’ve been on a whirlwind tour of the UK to visit family and friends, many of whom we won’t see again for quite some time. We spent an eventful weekend in Derby with all Andrew’s family which involved hot-tubs in the snow, a highly amusing murder mystery evening, obscene amounts of food and drink and the most amazing leaving cake I’ve ever seen.
While Andrew hung out with family and friends in Wales and took the last opportunity to ride his beloved bike before selling it, I caught up with my family and my freelance work. I also took the train down to see my friend Kelly and her son Ben who will no doubt be all grown up the next time I see him. We also stopped in one of our favourite places in the UK, our University city Bristol to say a final farewell to friends.
So how do we feel on this momentous day? Right now, I feel surprisingly numb – we’ve been focusing non-stop on getting all our travel planning tasks finished, packing and preparing for our trip, so we haven’t had time to really think about what we’re doing. It still doesn’t feel real; each goodbye, every last meeting doesn’t feel final. I don’t think the gravity of what we’re doing will actually hit us until we get to New Zealand.
Last night I dreamt about the Amazing Race and catching connecting flights, I woke up in the darkness, panicking about the hour lay-over we have in Seoul and whether we’ll make the connection. We’re not looking forward to the final goodbyes at the airport or the 22 hour journey we’re about to take to the other side of the world – but we know it’ll be worth it.
The next time you here from us, we’ll be in New Zealand – let the adventure begin!