It was just one of those things.

by Annie on August 18, 2014

I always thought I was above it. Said I’d never say it.

I mean, the saying is so ridiculous. YOLO. And the tattooed tourists in Koh Phi Phi didn’t help the cause. The reality is: it’s a pretty good motto. 

It was one of those things where, everyone talks about being present, right? Living in the moment?

It was one of those things.

When in the last few months many of my perceived safety nets started crashing down around me, against my will I was faced with more uncertainty than I had been, likely ever. And I had a choice:

New Zealand or not?

I really had no idea if I’d have the money or the right to stay in this country much longer and all I could think was: if I have to leave, why not one last hurrah? If I get to stay, won’t I be pissed if I say no?

So we booked it.

The first 24 hours was a story in itself. We just laughed in the face of choice, asking New Zealand what else it would throw our way. We had been so caught in the moments it took to get there that we had forgotten to have expectations. So we came in carefree; we weren’t making any decisions because it looked like we were in for a week of the decisions being made whether we liked them or not.

When we did finally walk through the door, onto the dark blue carpet and a view of the most beautiful place on earth, we busted out the gin. It seemed the obvious choice.

Queenstown New Zealand

That first night we actually kicked ourselves out of Speight’s Ale House in the event that we all knew what was coming after an eager fist and a spilled tray of 12 tequila shots {not a single one standing}.

The hunt for a comfortable place to watch the rugby was dotted with vodka sodas and political debates. A little late to the party, when I finally did walk into the pub what I found was ten lovely people cuddled into each other’s arms on the pub floor directly in front the big screen.

My heart melted just a little bit. I stopped in my tracks and smiled. These are our friends. 

Queenstown - New Zealand

It was only five days for me and Kelie. And the length of the trip is the only regret, or rather, lesson we’ve taken. It was in the 12 of us sitting lap in lap, in the impromptu open mic nights, in the Winnie’s dance floor circles and the seemingly endless supplies of Speight’s and Corona {seriously, we never ran out}. It was in the ‘girl bed’, the spoon, the beanies, the balcony beers, the car selfies. It was in the whitest snow, and the bluest skies.

Queenstown - New Zealand

In reality the first run was wobbly at best. Snow flurries and a few icy patches made me likely more slow and steady, even at the detriment of my fearless teenage self. But by the end of that first two days; muscle fatigue, chairlift spills and icy wind didn’t really seem to matter all that much when we stood with a mostly complete group at the top of Cardrona, arms flying in shakas around shoulders we barely knew, backed only by pure white peaks and fiercely blue skies.

Queenstown - New Zealand

And at the end of that second day, as Ezra threw his arm around my shoulder and asked me how my trip was, that I honestly looked out at the mountains and said, I reckon this is one of the best trips of my life.

If there ever had been a moment to live in, make it have been this one.


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There were always things that Tassie meant to me. But it wasn’t like when I got back, I instantly knew the stories I wanted to tell. In fact, it’s taken me over a month to scribble a smattering of words that someone may be interested in reading. Because the thing about Tassie is, it needs [...]

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Straight Shenanigans.

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On January 1, I stood in the valley that was the amphitheater of the Forest Stage at Falls Festival, the sun had set on a day of flitting from stage to stage, catching all of our favourite acts. Finally, we were given some relieve from the stillness of the heat. As Hermitude took the stage, [...]

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What brought you to Sydney? Do you think you’ll stay here? Those are the two questions I get asked all of the time. Even my closest friends and fellow expats have a tendency to ask. I suppose I’ll never stop getting asked those questions, although the context will change the more years I find myself [...]

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So stoked on 2014.

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I went into 2013 with an air of haphazard chaos. No resolutions. No visions. I thought I’d had it figured out. What started out a fantastic year, an Australia Day hitting near the top of my most fun days ever, was really only the beginning of the downhill rush. I wouldn’t call 2013 a bad [...]

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The Share House

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I remember vividly the day that my dad dropped me off at the terminal. I had spent most of the day with my brother and his fiancé investigating the San Francisco airport map in an attempt to avoid getting lost and missing my first-ever international flight. Of course I was scared shitless, maybe more of [...]

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Rainy day weekends

November 22, 2013

This past weekend, something big happened, something big for me… I went away. Other than visiting home, I haven’t really been on a holiday since I was in Thailand, in March. The heart of a traveller can easily be stifled by a static world. The plans for this weekend came up about a month ago, [...]

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It started with a show…

November 13, 2013

I’ve tried so many times to write this post. The truth is that the wounds are still fresh, too fresh for me to know the best way to put them on paper for all of you to read. It’s not like it was total devastation, it honestly just caught me so off guard. I didn’t [...]

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August & Everything After

November 8, 2013

I left you with a story that ended in August, and it’s now November. I didn’t actually tell the whole story, there have been a few bumps along the road. Some were fun, some weren’t. I’ll start with one… Finally, I’d convinced a fellow American, a fellow sorority girl to take the leap across the Pacific. [...]

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