So I arrived in Kaikoura safe and sound—lovely bus ride, by the way, lots of hills and sheep and hills and trees and more sheep—to the Sunrise Lodge. I started working (2 hours a day max! It’s the sweetest gig ever!) and it’s an amazing environment here: small enough for a family atmosphere where everybody basically knows each other, blooming flowers and the sounds of the ocean…
I’m making some pretty good friends, here—a couple of guests here are long-termers, hanging out for the summer season and earning some money in town. And repping all sorts of countries: France, Japan, Germany, to name a few. We’re having some really interesting conversations, too.
It’s really unfortunate, though, that I have to go home: my grandfather has passed away, and I need to get back for the funeral and be with my family. We were really close; all the same, I’m just…numb, about it. It’s not real, yet.
The plane ticket home was ridiculously expensive, so I don’t know if I’ll have the funds to make it back to NZ this year. We’ll see.
The best thing I can tell myself right now is “You’re young. There’s no time limit on travelling. Be with your family.”