When it comes to my birthday, I’ll be the first to admit that I act like an overgrown and possibly somewhat spoiled kid. Everyone who knows me, knows that July is my birthday month and there will be endless parties and drinks and other events celebrating me that takes up all the days surround my actual birthday. This year, however, it came and went like a lamb. On July 29th, it was nothing more than a quiet mexican dinner with the family. For the first time, the focus was not on the festivities but the fact that my birthday means that there’s just a month left before I fly to New Zealand.
All I can say is the excitement and fear is growing. My 34th birthday ushers in a year of the unknown. I’ve been so focused on getting everything in order to leave that I’m not quite sure what will happen when I land in Auckland. I’m hoping that it will not take too much effort to get a job or a flat but I don’t really have a backup plan if that proves to be difficult. Will I end up WWOOFING or will I have to deplete my savings? Is it possible for me to get a joe job while I look for a real one? Do I travel as much as humanly possible while I wait on these things?
I keep thinking of something a buddy of mine said, “With great risk comes great reward”. He didn’t think I was actually going to do this so I’m not sure if I’m putting too much emphasis on something he said to me in passing. All I do know is that I’m in for an adventure and hopefully by the time I’m inflicting my birthday shenanigans on my new kiwi friends – I will look back on my 34th year with fondness.