Walking in to work one day, looking down at my phone checking out my Facebook social feed, trying to delay the start of the working day even more, I saw some friends latest honeymoon pictures. They had reached Auckland. One look at the Sky Tower, and the memories from 9 years previous, came flooding back. In the split second of getting to my desk and seeing that my colleagues still didn’t acknowledge my “Good morning!” with even a nod, I just knew, I had to get myself back down to the Southern Hemisphere.
Lunch time hadn’t even arrived and I had already logged on to BUNAC (www.bunac.org.uk) signed up and paid my fee’s to apply for the New Zealand IEP VISA.
Now, the biggest part, keeping stum. Those that know me, know silence isn’t my thing.
Fast forward to May 2013, waking up early on a Saturday morning to the post man banging on the door. My sigh’s quickly turned to cheers when he handed me my fresh new passport with an even fresher VISA placed inside.
From this moment, I started to plan my farewell to England.