For the second half of my mid-trimester break, six of us drove to the northern coast of New Zealand where we spent the week playing cards, tossing frisbees, and lying in the cold sand, trying to pretend it was summertime. By that time, our little group… More
Before I left for New Zealand, one of my professors warned me that when you’re on your own in a new place, your highs and lows of life become amplified. Your bad moments feel exceptionally bad, your good times euphorically good. I thought about this lesson… More
Reintegration: I do miss living in New Zealand, but I do not find returning to the U.S. terribly challenging; a reason for this could be that I categorize travel and non-travel life separately in my brain. Also, I met or overachieved on all of my goals… More
Best Moments: The Island Hopper Before I got to New Zealand, I experienced a high of the entire trip: the island hopper. I look back and am thankful I did this at the beginning of the trip; accomplishing a lifelong dream at the very beginning set the… More
Flyin’ Hawaiian: I drag my two suitcases and backpack to Carlaw’s lobby and drop off my keys. This is it. I am on my way back to the United States tonight. I go to the Auckland Airport for my late Hawaiian Airlines departure to Honolulu, and then on… More