Coming home
Carefree, matted hair, alpaca sweater, world wonder, sunset - this photo pretty much sums up why I love traveling I returned to New Zealand on July 19 after nine months of traveling. This line sounds very similar to the start of all my cover letters as I am now scrambling to find a job, pay off debt, and join the grown up world again. Coming home is a mixture of bitter sweet. It’s so nice to see my family, friends and my parents’ pups again, but it’s not that easy. I have now been on two significant and life changing trips. One in my early twenties which was filled with parties and travel romances, and one in my late twenties which was more about learning new things and trying to be a global citizen. There were times that gratitude overwhelmed me. Whether it was at the top of the Grand Canyon feeling humbled by the vastness of my surroundings, or on a boat in India where a man plonked his smiling child in my lap - which counteracted the feeling of hopelessness after