Hey, guys! If you’ve been following my Facebook or Instagram accounts then you already know that this past week has been absolutely bananas. On Friday my passport was mailed back from the NZ consulate in Washington and I was on a plane to Auckland Sunday night.
Here’s a timeline of the insanity…
Thursday: I went down to Monterey with my dad to see the aquarium. Afterwards, on our way to lunch I got an email from the NZ consulate in Washington that a package was on its way and would arrive Friday. I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high, but I mean, it had to be my passport, right?
Friday: My passport was delivered at 10:30am PST! I called United to reschedule my flight because there was no way I was going to wait until December 2nd now that I had my visa. The next available flight out was for Sunday, November 12th and I booked it.
Saturday: I spent my last full day in the States with my family. We went down to San Jose to watch some minor league hockey. As we were walking to the box office a woman stopped us to say a few of her friends couldn’t make the game and then offered us the spare tickets! I took this as a positive omen that the universe was sending me all the good vibes. Also, nachos with jalapeños are the perfect food and felt just “Americana” enough as a last hurrah meal. When we got home I got to packing.
Sunday: For years, my family’s go-to breakfast spot has been Jim’s Diner. It’s tradition to go there at the start or end of big trips, so of course we had to go. After relishing my last few sips of American style drip coffee I was off running errands and finishing up the last bits of packing. It was no easy feet fitting my life into suitcases that couldn’t weigh more than 50lb. I ended up squeezing everything into three suitcases, one carry on, and a backpack. My plane took off from SFO at 10:45pm.
Monday: As a new New Zealand resident I suppose I’ll have to start getting used to time travel (aka a massive 21 hour time difference). I lost a day flying so this day pretty much didn’t exist for me.
Tuesday: I arrived in Auckland at 9:00am. Because sometimes I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, I thought I was arriving at 9:00pm so I booked my connecting flight on Air New Zealand for Wednesday. I lugged my 4 suitcases to the Airport Palms Hotel and caught up on some much needed sleep.
Wednesday: Zero sleeps until Christchurch! My body tried to wake me up at 5:00am, thanks jetlag, but I was able to to squeeze in an extra two hours to try to get on a semi-normal sleep schedule. I took the shuttle to the airport and flew out on a 1:00pm flight to Christchurch. I could hardly sit still the whole plane ride. Pete was waiting for me at the airport and to say that we were happy to see each other is putting it lightly. There may have been a few tears and my jaw started to hurt from smiling so much.
After a quick stop for a sausage roll, Pete took us to our house. It’s even cuter in person and I can’t wait to start making it home. We went out to celebrate my arrival with drinks and curry and promptly passed out by 10pm.
It’s a bit crazy how fast this has all happened. 100 years ago I’d have been boarding a ship and looking at a month’s long voyage to new lands. Instead, it took one 10 hour flight for my life to change completely.
I can’t find the right words to tell you how happy I am right now. At SFO, me stepmom told me through a few happy/sad tears that she was just so happy to see my dreams coming true. Those words stuck with me because they’re true. I am so lucky to have found my forever person and to be living in one of the most beautiful countries on the planet. I am so excited for the adventures that we will have here and I feel so grateful for the way everything has fallen into place. It all just feels so right.
Thank you for following along and for all of your support throughout this journey. It has truly helped carry me through some stressful unknowns and I have felt the love from all over the world.
And with that, cheers to more adventures with Pete!