Sorry everyone. I haven’t forgotten about my blog. This is my ‘baby’. My blog baby. It keeps me sane.
I’ve just been so busy settling into my life here in the UK. Things are so different here. But I’m slowly getting the hang of things like public transport.
I’ve learnt to speak slowly. I think NZers tend to mash all their words together? Apparantely we speak quickly? I don’t know.
But I do know that I am loving living here. Of course homesickness comes in waves. Sometimes I am like ‘nah, I’m so happy to be here!’ and then other times I’m a crying mess on my bedroom floor wishing that I could be home hugging my dog.
Homesickness is the worst. Nothing can cure it. Not even the best chocolate digestives (which I have, unfortunately, become addicted to).
Little things remind me of home. Like the smell of the Rooibos tea that I found at Lidl. The note from mum and dad that they put in the box of the necklace they gave me before I left (which brings tears to my eyes right now).
But then, I step outside and look around and realise, I am so happy that I decided to come here. The school may not agree with me, but the opportunities (travel and career wise) are endless.
Like some bright man said: ‘always look on the bright side of life’.
And here is the clip, just for you: