A leap into the unknown. A new challenge. The conquering of fear. The realisation of a dream. What makes something your greatest adventure?
I’ve climbed high above a Norwegian fjord, para-glided in the snow, sailed amongst Greek islands and soared high in a Turkish dawn. While these were all amazing experiences, there’s another escapade that springs to mind when I’m asked what is my greatest adventure. It might not be as extreme, but it has been challenging, thrilling, rewarding, heartache-inducing and surprising in roughly equal measures. Can you guess?
Yep, my greatest adventure so far has been my move to London and my almost-three-years of life on the other side of the globe.
I’ve marvelled at history, been surprised by cultural quirks, revelled in beautiful parks.
I’ve dressed up as a pavlova, run half-marathons, gazed over the city from as many high vantage points as I can.
I’ve eaten a frankly ridiculous amount of good food, from street food carts in Leather Lane to Michelin-starred fine dining.
I’ve missed my family and friends in New Zealand more than I’d ever thought possible, and ached to be able to just sit in my family lounge and chat through a problem with my parents while my dog rested his head on my leg.
I’ve solidified some great friendships and made SO many amazing new ones.
London has made me laugh, made me cry and taught me far more about myself than I ever imagined. I’ve become far more independent because of it – not to mention my fast-developing skills in travel planning, speed walking, photography, chatting to strangers and disregarding what others might be thinking of me (but most likely aren’t). I came to London in a what was in many ways a fragile state after the dramatic end of a long-term relationship. Looking back, I barely recognise those parts of myself, so well has London helped me heal. I’m fortunate that I don’t have to end this great adventure any time soon – I know London has more surprises in store and lessons to learn!