As I thought about writing down all the deep, dark, inner thoughts of freedom and awe I knew I would experience, I thought it would take a long time to get it all down.
But it's a lot more simple and less dramatic than expected.
On the plane ride over, and upon arrival, I was certainly giddy, excited, and awe inspired, but I wouldn't describe it as surreal. And believe me, planning for and getting ready to leave was the pure definition of surreal.
It's just struck me so many times since being here that of course I'm here. Me being here was never not going to happen.
And that's all folks!
See you later, America!
Made it to the hostel!
In this above picture I'm standing under a roof outside someone else's dorm because the bell hop dude didn't know where my room was so he had to go back and check! It's pitch black because I got to Fiji at approximately 450 AM. Also, it was raining, hence needing the roof.
But I was so incredibly happy at this moment.
Partly because I survived my first taxi ride. There were a few times when I honestly thought I wasn't going to see the Fijian sun rise that morning.
Crazy Fijian taxi drivers!
(I have proof of these crazy drivers in this story.)
One last thing I need to mention is how old it made me feel to be dropped off at the Las Vegas airport and have to make it all the way to Auckland, New Zealand by myself. This included navigating airports that I've never been to by myself, layovers, customs, finding a taxi when I got to Fiji, checking in at the hostel, planning my days out while in Fiji, and then making it to the airport on time for my flight to NZ. I so vividly remember thinking, "Really? Am I that old that this is o.k? Life is soooo weird!". I'll never forget that feeling. :)
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