- Go to college – √
- Graduate – √
- Get a job/start career – √
Forever shackle yourself to another human being Spawn miniature versions of yourself that drain all the money, energy, and spontaneity
- Quit job and move across the world, thus straying from the traditional lifestyle that all those older than you have forever pushed down your throat – why the hell not.
Let me begin by introducing myself…
This is me in a nutshell, or as referred to in the professional world, me in an elevator speech. My name is Victoria. I am a 24 year old girl, currently living in our nations capital, Washington, D.C. My favorite things in the world include wine, traveling, hats, and sriracha, in that order. I work for a public accounting firm, but am completely unsatisfied with my current life. Just call me a millennial… Don’t get me wrong, I think that traditional careers and lives are great, and there is nothing wrong with that. However, I don’t consider myself a traditional person, and I don’t feel the need to measure my success with promotions and life achievements, i.e. marriage and kids. Instead, a new experiences is my promotion, and visiting new countries are my life achievements. With that being said, about 4 months ago, I was in the throws of a hellish busy season, and I decided, this cannot be my life! With that depressing thought, I began to make decisions that would completely unravel the semblance of a life I’ve created in D.C.
Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results…
Einstein was onto something when he said this. I had come to the point where I realized that the only satisfaction I got from working all year was the three weeks I spent gallivanting around the world in various countries. For three weeks, I felt as though my true personality rose to the surface, and all I wanted was to experience the food, people, history, and culture of the places around me. Why it took 2 years to realize that 49 weeks of work was not worth only 3 weeks of adventure… I will never know.
Alas, better late than never.
I think it’s definitely time for a change…
New Zealand, it had to be New Zealand… I will not bore you with the many long conversations and late night research sessions that led to this decision. At last, the decision to move to New Zealand was made with the purchase of a one-way plane ticket.
Let me tell you, there is nothing more liberating and terrifying than buying a one-way plane ticket. To purchase your way to a destination with no concrete plan as to when you might return fills life with many possibilities.
To New Zealand, I would venture. After a year I’d be kicked out… well unless I convinced some poor kiwi boy to marry me…. to which all I can say is “hahahahaha”.
Once there, I will travel like a vagabond with my friend Audrey to see what kind of trouble two American girls can get into. We will work when we need money, and travel otherwise. We will eat local delicacies, climb mountains, sleep in campervans, and create a new life in this new place. For this, I cannot wait!
She’ll get to the point eventually… I think..
Here I am now, a month and a half out from my next grand adventure, and I find myself wanting to document this journey. That, my dear reader (which assumes someone other than myself and my mother will ever read this), is the goal of this blog. I plan to describe all the funny, stupid, incredible, and embarrassing, experiences that occur during my year in New Zealand.
Perhaps someone in my shoes will find it useful as a what-not-to-do guide to New Zealand backpacking or who knows, maybe someone will actually enjoy the ramblings I have written here. Hell, I’ll be happy if I actually keep up with the damned thing.
With all that being said, the end is nigh dear reader. To be continued…