It was and exiting, yet terrifying day. I remember it so clearly like it was yesterday. I had never been out of Europe and now I now found myself on a long journey from Copenhagen to London to Hong Kong to Auckland. Alone. But it was exiting and it was new.
When I finally reached Auckland and got outside the airport the heat hit me. I left a cold winter with snow – in Auckland it was sunny and hot. Hotter than the Danish summers. But I found my bus which would take me to the city centre and my hostel.
My head sometimes is a wee bit behind. Like I know what is happening, but my head don’t really seem to grasp it at first. The whole bus ride to the city I was trying to get my head around what it was I was doing.
But it wasn’t until I got to my hostel, got checked in, got to my room, threw down my backpack down on the floor and sat down that it hit me. I am on the other side of the world, miles from home… and I’m alone. All alone.
That’s when my head caught up and it hit me. I had booked 4 nights in the hostel and had a working holiday meeting after the weekend. But after that, then what? It was all up to me. Normally that thought was exiting. That’s the reason I got there in the first place. But in that very second I was terrified.
But instead of panicking, I decided to go for a walk. Get some water (I was getting very dehydrated) and a snack. When I came back, two other guys had checked into my room. They turned out to be my saviours.
When they found out this was my very first day in New Zealand they invited me to a Welcome-to-New-Zealand-beer. They kept me company the whole day. And when my jet lag caught up as well, they helped me staying awake.
When I woke the next day I was back to being exited about this place and felt so stupid about my almost panicking about something I’d dreamt about for at least a year. I was finally doing it. I was out and about, experiencing things, exploring things and I was doing it my way.