I bought my ticket for New Zealand today. It is official. 10 full days in the land of kiwis and Lord of the Rings scenery.
The promise of this trip is the light at the end of the tunnel for me. Work has become an agressive cancer that is eating a way at my life - my time, my sanity, my health - and I feel powerless to stop it. Tuesday night I worked until 3 am. Last night until 11 pm. Tonight it was all I could do to drag myself in from the car. No work tonight. But that means more work tomorrow and work this weeekend.
That is okay. I can survive that. Because I know in something like 6 weeks from now I will be hopping on a plane to the other side of the world. When I land, everything will be different. I leave on Tuesday but lose a day (my toll to the International Date Line) and so will land on Thursday and never see Wednesday that week. A little sad - I like Wednesday's and this one will actually be July 4th but, its an acceptable sacrifice. In flight, I will also be crossing another imaginary and yet powerful line, the Equator. Meaning that I will leave a 115 degree Phoenix summer and land in 48 degree NZ winter. See - different! Landscape, people, sights, foods. All different.
10 days of driving around with my sister, exploring the country, hiking, eating, taking pictures. I am a little disappointed that our visit falls during their winter which means some of the activities (see scuba diving and surfing) may not be options. But I am pleased to think this will mean less crowds (you all know how I feel about crowds) and more creative and original ways to see the country. I will need to buy a sweater or two. And a jacket. Anybody got any gloves I can borrow?
I view this as my own personal life refresher. Something of a pilgramage to find myself again. A chance to slow down and listen to what my body, my slightly off balance brain, and my God have been trying to tell me for some time.
I hope to come back fresher. More revived. I hope to come back something like a freshly laundered sheet - smooth, clean, fresh, and smelling nicely.
Oh, and tatooed. To mark the occassion, I believe I will be getting another tatoo. Thanks Holly for the suggestion!
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