Changes in attitude, changes in lattitude
So I’m moving to Auckland soon.
There once was a time when I would never have even imagined doing it. But I guess, maybe, I’m finally starting to grow up. For the longest time I had this idea of just living some simple life with little money in some small town, and that was enough. But, while I do like peace and quiet, and it’s nice to able to just relax and reflect sometimes, I’ve slowly come to the conclusion that my life lacks adventure.
I’m not sure if my new found desire for adventure is a result of me beginning to work past my many anxiety issues, or whether it is the cause of the progress I’ve been making. Maybe it’s a bit of both. Years ago, if you’d asked me where I wanted to live, I’d shrug and say nowhere. Now my answer is the exact opposite. Everywhere. I want to travel from place to place, spend a few years here, a few years there. I want to experience the world. That in itself is an adventure, but more important I hope that in my travels I find a place to settle down (because traveling your entire life would get a bit exhausting) where there are plenty of local adventures to be had.
When I stop to think about it, I guess I’ve always felt this way. I’ve always been a huge romantic. And in a way, isn’t love another adventure? Being the romantic prince charming come to sweep a girl off her feet is not so different from being the heroic knight in shining armour come to rescue the damsel in distress. Of course it’s not easy, there’s plenty of risk, you’re putting yourself on the line, there’s ample chance that it’ll all go pear shaped. But maybe it doesn’t, maybe you manage to make it work, and you get the best reward of all. Sounds like an adventure to me.
I’ve always been the kind who gets a little depressed at the end of a good book, or film, or video game, or whatever, because of the knowledge that the real world isn’t really like that. But I’m starting to think that maybe life is what we make it and maybe we can all be the hero of our own stories, and some day marry our prince or princess.
So what does this have to do with moving to Auckland? Nothing, and everything. The move to Auckland simply marks the start of a new me. It’s taken 24 years but this is where my story begins.
Hopefully when I’m long dead and gone someone will find it a good read.
