I returned from my 3 week maiden voyage to New Zealand 4 days ago. It was probably the most empowering and adventurous 3 weeks of my life and it was such a great experience.
I had travel highs and travel lows. I missed my flight, probably spent way more than I should have overall, stayed in a shitty hostel, did minimal planning and left a lot of days flexible for myself and had things just work out for me. I didn't get the adrenaline rush I thought I would get when I bungy jumped and skydived. I skipped some places I had originally wanted to visit. I met so many people and had so many fleeting conversations and connections. I hiked, cycled and explored alone. I met my childhood friend down South and family up North. I did a 2 day tramp which turned out to be a bit of a bummer due to the weather conditions but I did it, I loved it and I have no regrets. There were awesome days and some days that didn't quite cut it. There were good experiences and bad experience but the best part of it all was that I did it. I was living the trip, no longer dreaming or planning or anticipating it.
This trip wasn't one of those, far out, leap of the edge into the unknown trips - I wasn't completely alone as I was going to meet family there and I had been to New Zealand twice before but just having done it, is a huge huge milestone for me. Dad did not want me to go at it alone but I pushed through. I forced my wings to spread and I let myself fly. I realized how brave and independent I could be and how much I could push myself.
I am so incredibly glad that I did it.
When I first got back from NZ, I told myself that I needed to get my head in the Uni game and stop thinking about travel but it's been less than 5 days and my itchy travelling feet are itching again. It's all still a sandcastle in the air but perhaps once my 2 years in Uni is done, SG - China Overland and the US of A might happen(!)?
We'll see how things go. Uni calls for now...