Two Months In New Zealand

studying abroad • 6 July 2024 – 6 september 2024

It has been two months since I arrived in New Zealand! What a great time it has been. I have struggled to begin writing this blog because I am uncertain how to properly convey the degree of deep significance this experience now holds for me. I have been fortunate enough to have filled every weekend here with a different and unique adventure that has led me to meet incredible people from far and wide. Each experience has given me the ability to grow in ways I did not foresee as an option before landing in New Zealand. To prevent this blog from dragging on I will begin sharing some of my favorite things about my time here as well as ways in which my perspectives have shifted.

Dunedin!

The University of Otago is the most southern campus in the world, and the weather has not failed to prove this! I arrived here in the Winter and it is fortunately now transitioning to Spring. The days have gotten 120 minutes longer over the past two months and the temperatures have increased marginally. I am looking forward to the coming months for less cold, windy, rainy days and more sun! The ocean waters are pretty cold but have made for some great polar plunges.

Campus life is vibrant and has provided a strong sense of energy flow no matter where you are in the university. There are many small food shops around the campus that have become some of my favorites. To name a few: Poke restaurant on King Street offers the most frequent purchase of the best $6 rice balls! Veggie Boys has the cheapest avocados and eggs and other necessities. The Good Earth Cafe has fantastic hot chocolate and coffee and makes for a wonderful study spot. Lastly, Rob Roy ice cream gives two scoops for $4 ($2.50 US!) and has become a staple in my friend and I’s daily itineraries.

The Botanical Gardens are adjacent to my flat and have allowed for some very peaceful morning walks. As the weather transitions more towards Spring they are beginning to explode with color and good smells. Signal Hill is also next to my flat which makes for hard yet fulfilling trail running and scenery. Mount Cargill, the Pineapple track, and walks along the Peninsula are a short drive away from campus and give you a good mix of beach strolling and hill walking.

The architecture here has a diverse blend of historical sights and buildings with a more modern feel. There are beautiful churches and the train station is stunning. The station is also home to the Saturday farmer’s market that I love. Dunedin is also recognized for having the world’s steepest road!

Some of my favorite moments

It is very strange looking back on the first half of this journey to see the things I have done, almost all of which I did not anticipate to have under my belt at this point. I have dove deep into the outdoor culture that New Zealand has to offer. Whether it be short hikes around Dunedin, or tramps deep into the backcountry of the Southern Alps. I’ve been able to ski at the Remarkables Ski Resort in Queenstown which was brilliant. Skiing down the moment with nothing else on my mind but the current moment in time was surreal. Aside from the stunning views, being able to ski at one of New Zealand’s most well known resorts was one for the books. I have thoroughly enjoyed meeting random people on trips, and I now cherish the hour-long conversations I’ve had with them, as it turned out that those conversations were often the first and last. There are too many captivating people in this world! Whether it be late nights with friends playing board games or arbitrary conversations, these are some of the more valuable times. The little experiences don’t compete as far as pictures and videos go with the big trips, but they definitely hold the most weight. Aside from the multitude of weekend trips and incredible adventures, some other favorite moments have come from spending time amongst myself. Being able to write these blogs, journal, navigate my life in the kitchen for the first time, running/gym, shopping, reading and so much more have begun to propel me one step closer into the real world and I so heavily appreciate these things as they happen in real time.

insights

Energy and the way that it operates in my life has become much more prevalent since arriving. I strongly believe in the role that energy plays which can generally be described as what you put out must come back. Karma has become my best and worst friend. It has been so rewarding being around people that share endless energy in the form of desire to get out there and tackle the world. This experience has taught me the power in wielding my energy in such a precise way that yields benefit for myself and for those around me. For example, planning a trip is something that requires energy not only for myself but equally for those around me. The importance of balancing this energy becomes a little more like second nature as each day has passed.

Environment change and uncomfortability have been the second and likely most eye opening part of my time here. I’ve stated in prior blogs that cliches exist for a reason, and this is another one of those times. The simple act of physically changing my scenery has given me such a boost of desire, ambition, and aspiration in the many different facets of my life. Upon day one of arriving I felt such an influx of energy to put towards the areas of my life that I knew needed change, or the areas that had been lacking the proper attention for the many months prior. Forcing myself into the uncomfortable state of flipping my environment on top of itself has pushed me to limits I wouldn’t have recognized otherwise. Witnessing my daily habits adapt into something that was now grounded on reaching my fullest potential each and every day is something that I’ve come to learn is only possible by facing the difficulties and beauties of simply changing my environment.

Travel and its underlying impacts will be something that sticks with me for the rest of my life. I have found so much power that is held from breaking free of a stagnant lifestyle and redirect that energy towards the experiences that come from travel. I have felt as if I am living a constant vacation with a part-time job during the week (both of which I am ironically paying for). My mind has felt so free through the various different aspects of travel. Living life without worrying about the stresses and focusing on the memories is something I hope to never take for granted.

My goal for the remaining several months is paradoxical, but it is to have no goals. To continue letting life take me wherever it it meant to go, that’s it!

Hope you’ve enjoyed, photos and videos below!

Bittersweet Goodbyes Make Exciting Hellos

Hi everyone! I’ve been itching to start sharing my study-abroad experiences here but that would have been hard to do seeing as I just left for my program this morning! Since I can’t yet share stories of ancient sites or amazing food, I thought I’d ruminate on some goodbyes I’ve had to do recently. My nine-hour layover in Montreal today has given me ample time to sit with all the complex emotions of leaving home for such a big adventure and I hope you find some shared sentiments here, whether you’ve strayed far from home before or stayed close.

I’m no stranger to being away from home. I spent 12th grade living in the dorms of my high school (where I previously had been a commuter student) to prepare for college life. This ended up being the training wheels I needed because I decided to come to the University of Denver which is roughly 2,000 miles away from my hometown in Pennsylvania. I, like so many other students, knew that I wanted to go away for school, but unlike others, I always knew it was going to be an emotionally difficult transition. Noah Kahan’s “You’re Gonna Go Far” has pretty much been on repeat in my head for the last four years.

I’m an only child of a single father with whom I’m extremely close and who has been my best friend + biggest supporter my whole life. I’ve also been blessed with friends who support me wholeheartedly no matter what. Coming to Denver is one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, but the goodbyes every winter and summer break don’t get easier, I just get more used to them. Walking through security at the airport this morning felt like that but a million times bigger.

I’ve never left home for four months before. I certainly haven’t spent months in another country aided only by two comically large suitcases an ocean away. A seven-hour time difference, a totally new culture, and signage in an ancient language I will attempt to learn two days a week at 8:00am is a complete 180° from what my life normally looks like. Change is good and constant, but it is scary, too.

As trepidatious as I may sound, though, I am excited. Maybe even more than excited. As I take a break from pacing the International Departures Terminal at YUL to kill time, I look at all the departures happening around me, hear destinations I’ve never been to, and realize how little of the world I’ve seen (and I’ve been blessed to see more than many others.) Even though the last two weeks have been full of teary goodbyes, they have reminded me of all the “hello’s”, familiar and not, that I am going to experience in the upcoming months. It has been, and will always be, a privilege to have things in my life that make saying goodbye so hard.

Next stop: Athens!