And a year filled with exploring, creating, and a rollercoaster of highs & lows. It’s been a challenge and an adventure. Losses & lessons, and trial & error. It’s been filled with making new friends, and trying new things. New love and then a broken heart. But these aforementioned adventures, experiences, and new people in my life have changed me; shaped me, my perspective, thoughts, goals and philosophies. And I am a better person for it. And no blog post, no words, sentences, or feelings could express how thankful I am I moved to Melbourne, Australia somewhat on a whim in twenty twelve.
I changed. So much. And for the better. I am so much stronger, and wiser, and more mature than I was this time last year. I am a better person overall from making that bold decision, and although there are certainly things I would have done differently, I wouldn’t have wanted to stray from where I am today (breakup included).
One of the blessings (and curses) of keeping a blog is having everything documented. From the little things, to the big. And although I don’t venture into the abyss that is my archives often, when I do it’s so apparent to me how I’ve changed. The person I am today is so different from the person I was when I was twenty four, and I credit most of that to travelling & moving to Australia. It forced me to grow up, smarten up and believe in myself. From opening bank accounts, getting a new phone, a place to live, a job, and finding friends, I have grown in ways I didn’t know possible. And I became fiercely independent. I think that’s why I’m doing okay during this breakup period. And that’s why I felt confident in telling people, “I was dumped.” I know who I am. What I like, what I don’t, and I’ve kinda, sorta, maybe come to realize in the past year that I’m pretty damn great.
And I lay in bed last night, feeling sad about the whole Matt situation, and for a split second I wished it was different… but then I didn’t know what “it” was. I like my life right now; my job, my friends, my house, my CrossFit, my city and I have learned so much about myself from my relationship with Matt, and the breakup, that I wouldn’t change it even if I could. And I like how my upcoming months are filled with the unknown; so many possibilities everywhere I look.
And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to still lose weight, but something has changed in the past months and I don’t think of my body as disgusting anymore; rather, just big; and I’m really (really) thankful for that. And I love how I *want* to run the Chicago Marathon this year, want to settle down, want to live and stay in Toronto, want to write a book, want to be single, and just have a big, fabulous, wonderful, year of me, and I credit this to the past 13 months in Australia.
They were so wonderful, and absolutely, without doubt, the best thing my twenty seven-year-old self could have done. My confidence is up there, I am proud of my accomplishments, and my life, and although it’ll be sad (so sad) to leave Melbourne on May 7th, I know I’m ready, and I know the next year will be even better.
Meeting a friend from Toronto for dinner tomorrow night.
That today marks one year since Matt and I met. True, we are certainly no longer together, but still - time flies!
That Matt and I are on good terms. And that I’m feeling okay about the whole situation. But ask me again tomorrow - because I gotta admit I’m all over the place.
My trip next week to Brisbane, Gold Coast, Byron Bay, Whitsunday Islands, and Sydney! My BFF from Canada (*waves frantically to Angela*) is coming and I am over the moon with excitement to travel Australia with her!
CrossFit in Brisbane, Sydney, Gold Coast & Bryon - look at me working out on vacay!
Remember that guy I had a fling with in Nepal? Well, we’ve stayed good friends and I get to see him in Brisbane - exciting!
Couch surfing! Say what? Have you done this before? I’m going to try it…
Paris in May. Just me, myself and I walking the streets with my camera. *I have become obsessed with all things Parisian*
A wedding in London on May 18 - one of my favourite people from uni is getting *married*! So excited for a reunion in London-town!
Heading home to Toronto and getting my horse-riding on with my sister (wa-hoo!)
Starting over again in Toronto. A clean slate. Which sounds weird, but I am in a way better place this time around than when I first moved there way-back-when. Feeling excited to set up a good, solid, life for myself. (And develop travel photos!)
Reading comments. I read allllll the comments. All. Of. Them. The good, the bad, and the ugly. My thoughts? I do take *some* of the tips/advice/notes to heart (thank you!), whilst others I know are just plain wrong so I don’t really care about those. I rarely get offended (5 years blogging = thick skin), but I will never (n.e.v.e.r.) respond to a spiteful, mean, malicious comment - so don’t hold your breath if you’re expecting a response. Sure, the urge is there to sometimes defend myself / correct the person, but if I’m going to take the time to respond, you better believe it’ll be to a supportive, nice, email or comment.
I’m making an Instagram book right now. That’s exciting! And speaking of photos, I’m going to do a photography course in April. I know it sounds silly, but I really enjoy trying to create nice photos (for my Instagram, my blog, or my archives).
The air-con at the State Public Library - for reals, Melbourne is a saucy minx these days.
That at the ripe young age of 28, I *know* I’m not loopy, or crazy, or whatever you wanna call me, I am more than aware that this blog represents certain moments in my life, moments that when strung together are ups & downs & downs & ups. And? I end up looking a little cray-cray. But I truly don’t believe I’m an outlier in society, and I know myself well enough to accept that that’s how I may be portrayed through my writing, through this blog, but that’s not reality. I only really had deep-fried guilt last night once I got home. I took the photo at the time because it looked so delicious before I started eating it, but then it sat in my stomach and made me feel gross, which in turn turned into guilt - so I wrote.
A bright, bright new nail polish I picked up today.
Lunch with Amy on Thursday. It’s soooo nice to have a lunch buddy.
Interviewing people for the spare room in my house this week (I like crossing paths with random souls & hearing their stories.)
I went for a walk this morning with my friend Julia. And? it was SO NICE just to walk. No running, and/or jogging, just walking and talking. It was so nice not to have the pressure running brings with it - I highly suggest you head out for a walk if possible - I’m going to try make walking a regular thing.
I am really feeling lucky to be me at the moment (heartbreak and all). I’m here in Australia until May 7 and am THISCERTAIN my adventures abroad will be greatly limited once I’m back in Toronto, so I’m trying to take it all in, and see everything I possibility can while I am lucky enough to have the opportunity.
Have you guys ever heard of Nuit Blanche? No? Yes? Maybe? Well it’s an arts festival that runs all night (from 7pm to 7am) where you get to literally wander the streets of your city and stumble upon interesting, unique, crazy and amazing pieces of art (anything from interactive pieces, to art work, to laser shows, bands etc.)
The festival started in Paris in 1989 and has grown into a worldwide event in more than 120 countries. Last night was the first time the event was held in an Australian city, and Melbourne was out in full force for it. (Note: they changed the name here to “White Night.”)
This year it’ll be held in Toronto on Saturday, October 5 and I’m already excited for it (funny to think I’ll be home then!). And if you have the opportunity to go (NYC, Montreal, Calgary, Toronto, Paris, London, Barcelona, and many more!) I highly suggest you get a group of people together and enjoy this free, worldwide, event because it’s amazing what some people come up with!
Can I tell you a secret? I like telling people he broke up with me over a “text message." Why? because for a moment in time, he’s an asshole. And I’ll let my friend then tell me the cliché things, and knock him down a few points, and for a split second I actually feel better. But the truth of the matter is this: he’s not an asshole. True, it was an incredible poor lack of judgement (& respect for me) texting me, but still, he’s not an asshole.
And I think that makes this harder. A nice, real, guy just suddenly stopped liking me. Me. Not my body, or the way I look, but me. I actually think this would be easier if I thought Matt cared about my size; I’d have a reason to blame; I’d have an excuse.
And I asked him if there was another girl… waiting for his response to pierce my soul. I could hate him then. Walk away. Let go. But there wasn’t. It was just me & my personality instead to blame.
And now I’m left sitting at home & doubting the person I am, not what I look like. This is so much worse. So much damn worse. If I had just said this, or done that, or this, or acted differently… if I just wasn’t me.
And I feel lackluster lately. In the real world and on this blog. I sit at my screen and want to write, want to tell someone, anyone, just how sad I am, but I don’t. Because what could I say? Hi there, My name is Liz and I’m sitting at home and having a pity party for myself. And because I’m trying to lose weight, it’s a wine-less party with no cheese cubes in sight.
And people have said with time it’ll get easier. It hasn’t. That desire to talk to him, to text him, to let him know something about my day (like how my credit card was stolen), or hear about his day, his new school schedule, or upcoming plans… that desire just increases with time.
I texted him today. I texted him words I swore to myself I’d never say, "I miss you." And then I froze. And the minutes he took to respond felt like years. And I felt weak. Embarrassed. Stupid for feeling this way.
A breakup. It’s such unfamiliar territory for me. I don’t know what to do with myself, I don’t know who to put down as my emergency contact… I just don’t know. And I want to upload some of my Melbourne photos online, but do I add any of him? Of the places we went, the things we saw? And my Instagram photos with him in them; I feel sick when i see them; should I delete him? Pretend he didn’t exist? Again, I don’t know.
Today I wished May 7 (when I leave Melbourne) would get here faster. I want to stop being reminded of him. Stop thinking about him. Stop feeling so sh*tty about myself. Stop that feeling deep inside me from taking over. Today was a bad day.
I interrupt my depressing breakup posts to ask you, are you a camper? because I’m a camper. Really and truly, I absolutely love it. Don’t get me wrong, modern day luxuries hold a special place in my heart (oh hai there soft beds, comfy couches, hair straighteners & the Internet, mama bear loves you), but there is nothing quite like being in the big, old, outdoors, away from the real world for a few days.
Natalie and I hiked and camped the Abel Tasman trail while in New Zealand, and? It was spectacular. I really had no idea how tropical-like New Zealand was, and I have to admit it was a much-needed break from the Internet & the real world.
I think the words “camping” and “hiking” hold a lot of people back from getting out there and exploring our pretty world, or at least, they once held me back, but after hiking in Nepal to Everest, I feel confident in my skills and thought I’d share some of my top tips.
There are hikes out there, all over the world, for absolutely all levels. They can vary from fairly easy walks (like this one I did), to fairly strenuous hikes (like Everest).
Hikes also vary in length, so if you’re nervous - start small! Natalie and I did some spectacular 4 or 5 hour day hikes around New Zealand, but some hikes are even 1/2 an hour.
Pack water. Obviously.
Plan ahead. Especially in New Zealand. NZ actually has five self-proclaimed, “great walks” and the Abel Tasman is one of them (if New Zealand wasn’t at the end of the world’s train line I’d put all 5 walks on my to-do list!). Some hikes are regulated and you need to plan ahead (if I got to redo the trip, I’d try and do the Milford Sound Track, and Routeburn track) and I believe there is a 6 month wait list for the West Coast Trail in British Columbia, Canada, which is on my bucket list.
Don’t let the “camping” part intimidate you. No one is really a professional camper so one can do as they please when it comes to this (plus, you refine your own system over time from trial & error). Tents these days are so easy to put up, but also pricey - so borrow one from a friend! (same as backpacks!)
Invest in a good sleeping bag. Goose down vs. Synthetic? Both have pros & cons so research.
Do it with friends! Nothing beats a good group of friends and a goal.
Boots are not always a “must.” Good running shoes, or even flip flops on easy trails will do.
I find tracks very well sign posted so there isn’t much of a fear of getting lost, but be smart about it and stay on the track.
Food is a tricky one. Natalie and I were too cheap to buy a burner as we weren’t camping long enough to justify it, so we made sandwiches, pasta salad, bread & cheese/tomatoes, and brought snacks.
A quick search of your area will tell you where your local(ish) hikes are, so I hope you do it. I’m rather excited to head back to Toronto later this year to take advantage of some of Ontario’s trails. Muskoka (cottage country) is absolutely incredible in the fall when the leaves change colour, and I plan on dragging my sister & friends up north to hike with me.
Soooo… I am back in Melbourne. And let’s just say a four hour layover in Auckland, and then a four hour flight gave me lots (too much) thinking time.
And then I met Matt. And? we spoke about everything, yet nothing. It’s interesting to note how you can be so attracted to a person one moment, and then so incredibly un-attracted to them the next.
Also worth noting, how insanely crazy the brain is. How my brain & thoughts can physically make my stomach twist and turn. And how I can see how poorly I’ve been treated, and what’s right from wrong, yet I still want him. UGH.
And it’s funny (not really. but y’know) how I found the previous posts so easy to write, but then I didn’t want to talk about it with anyone. Didn’t want to hear the cliché words. To hear he’s an “asshole” (he’s not. just not-too-smart at times - a text!!). Or hear the go-to lines, “it’s not you, it’s him.” So I fell off the face of the Earth for a few days and it was kinda, sorta, maybe, fabulous. I needed it.
Oh. And I figure I should mention Matt read those posts before and said it was okay I publish them. My initial plan was not mention it on the blog for a month or two. But I like writing. I like sharing. It’s what I do.
And then, despite the world and my brain advising me not to, I stayed with Matt for 3 nights when I got back (as I had a subletter in my room). But it was actually good for me. It gave me closure and it made me feel all sorts of better.
But I have to admit the cab ride from his place to mine was emotional. Such a weird feeling driving away from someone who was such a large part of my life. The cab driver was so lovely and asked me questions about why I had so much stuff. I couldn’t bring myself to utter the words “ex-boyfriend.” I’ll have to get over that.
Also. From being so open and honest online I learned, wait, wasreminded of two things: the majority of people are so, so kind - thank you. And, it’s incredible what some people live through. Matt and I dated for a year. One short, short year. And in the grand scheme of my life? that’s nothing at all. But stories of heartache that were so much stronger & deeper than mine filled my inbox and I was amazed in peoples’ strength and ability to persevere.
And? I will persevere!
I learned a lot about myself in the past week. That despite my initial reaction to him breaking up with me, I am confident enough in myself now to certainly not let a depression or rut take over my life. And I know with time I’ll be okay. Great, actually. I don’t agree with his decision, but I understand it and believe it was more about him, than me.
We’re going to try to be friends. Umm yea, yea I know. We’ll see… :)
It’s okay to be sad. I learned that too. Actually, someone commented saying to accept my emotions and just let it be. That helped me a lot. I find it’s a roller coaster of emotion; ups & downs & downs & ups. It’s all very confusing, but I know with time it’ll get easier & easier.
And is it just me or does EVERY SINGLE SONG anywhere ever, talk about love? And is it just me or is EVERY SINGLE PERSON on the streets, trams, trains, & buses in couple form? Because holy hell love & happiness appear to be following me around and taunting me.
I got drunk last night. Too drunk. And danced the night away to great rock songs. There were no tears. No drunk calls. No text messages. A++ for me!
Also. I don’t know why, but I want to clear this up: I had a life without Matt. Actually, Matt and I only have about 4 mutual friends on Facebook. We had two very, very separate lives. I think that was what was so hard for me to understand… as we hardly saw each other as it was (2, maybe 3 times a week).
Note to self: never never never never be in a Facebook relationship ever again.
I was walking down a street yesterday in the city and felt like I was wearing a “broken heart” sign on me. Like, hmm, I just felt like everyone could tell how sad I was. And of course everything reminded me of him; of us. I leave Melbourne forever on May 7(!!), and my plan is to re-own this city and create new & wonderful memories for myself until then. And I gotta admit, I’m excited to get out there and force myself to move on.
Today is Valentine’s day. Today is the day of love.
And as those keeping track will know, I’ve never in my life had a good Valentine’s Day. Actually, it was on Valentine’s Day in 2011 that I was told the words ‘there is another girl’ and I felt my heart shatter into a million and one pieces. That was hard. And then, of course, here I sit in 2013 somewhat still numb from this.
And I know it’s just a day. A silly, silly, day. But still, it sucks. I had hope. I believed. I was naive. And yes, the relationship was expected to end. But we had discussed it. Talked about it. We had a plan. And so I looked forward to this February 14th day as a celebration of the past year. And now here it is. And I can’t eat. Or sleep. Or feel.
But still, despite all of that, I wanted to pause for a moment in time and write a happy valentine’s day card. I think there is so much emphasis on this day celebrating couple love, but why not celebrate all love? Because if there is anything I’ve learned in the last few days it is that I am loved. And I have SO many wonderful, wonderful girlfriends in my life. Here in Australia, back home in Canada, and even some I’ve never met living inside my computer (*waves frantically to you*).
My sister, my mom, my friends back home. The ladies from my CrossFit, my friends from work. And of course this blog. I have been blown away by love and support and despite feeling so sad on this Valentine’s Day, I am so aware of the wonderful support & love I have. Thank you.
Heartbreak is such a universal thing, and (from my experience) it’s something embedded so deep from within that you can’t shake it off, or laugh through it. It’s something that stays with you every moment of the day, and steals your sleep away at night. It claims your heart, body, and soul. And it’s something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
But I have found so much comfort in others’ stories, comments, and kind words. I am a strong believer that I’ll move past this with time (I learned that last time when I truly thought my world had ended), and that I’ll come out better, stronger, and smarter from this. Matt wasn’t the one for me. I wasn’t the one for him. And although I am bruised and battered today, I just wanted to say a Happy Valentine’s to you and a huge (huge!) thank you.
I *really* didn’t think I’d actually do this, but then I kept thinking of the drive out of Queenstown and how sad/disappointed I would be if I didn’t - so I sucked it up, closed my eyes and signed up ($267 on Kawarau Bridge - home of the world’s 1st bungee jump). And then I didn’t think about it until Monday morning.
And on Monday morning? I woke up and it was pouring rain. Excellent. The jump will be cancelled, it wasn’t my fault, I tried, but can’t. And then to my dismay I heard “jumps go ahead in rain or shine.”
On a level of “0 to sh*t my pants” (Nat’s scaling), I was at about a 3 on the bus there. But as the seconds ticked on, my fear quickly escalated. And then somehow, someway, I was out in the rain, getting harnessed up. I was at a 7 or 8 on the fear factor now. But no big deal. I can do this. I will do this.
They wrapped my feet up (umm with a towel!?) and then suddenly I was shimmying towards the platform. THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE MY FEAR RIGHT NOW. It took nearly 4 and a half minutes (average time) for me to actually jump, but not before I asked to go back, had tears in my eyes, had reviewed what I would do if the bungee snapped, praised the good Lord for the life I’ve lived and cursed at myself for thinking I could do it.
And then I did it. I can’t remember what exactly made me do it, but I did it! And? It was incredible. I remember distinctly knowing I was free falling before the rope caught me, and there was no massive jolt like I assumed there’d be.
Pretty cool, eh? And now off I go to my bucket list to cross it off the list.
I know. My belly! But I remember this moment - smiling through the fear.
I bought the photos from the Bungee company ($45) and owe a huge thank you to Natalie for getting it on video.
On Sunday we left Queenstown and headed to the small town of Glenorchy down the side of the lake (and then beyond) - one of the most beautiful drives New Zealand has to offer (a must-do if you’re here!).
Every bend of the road & everywhere you looked, there was a stunning photo to be taken.
I am also obsessed with the sheep who walk in single file to nowhere. They’re so damn cute.
And there were horses by the heard nearly every second field.
A moo cow outside her paddock.
We left the beaten track and found a beautiful river where we wandered forever. Our feet sunk into the clay as we walked around and it felt gloriously squishy. (This is where Lord of the Rings was filmed - so Middle Earth was all around us!)
The clay was awesome - nearly like sinking sand!
One of my fav photos from the trip so far. The river had dried up so much, that dust was blowing off it and made a beautiful scene.
The dusty river again with a hint of blue.
All my photos were taken with a Sony Alpha 33. I use manual and play with the ISO & the shutter speed. No editing done. Hope you enjoyed them as much as I did taking them :)
I think life is what we make it. Cliche, but true.
And I realize I write this to you from Queenstown, New Zealand, so I really hope no one thinks I’m sitting up on my high horse as I write this, but I get this question a lot; how do you do it? how do you travel so much? and my answer is always the same, if you want to do it, do it.
Money permitting, go online and actually book the flights. Just, simply, do it. That’s what I do. One moment I’m not going because it’s not booked, the next moment I am. Done and done. And I know (obviously) money constraints are the biggest factor holding people back, but then you decide where you want to go, and you save. And you say no to things in the ‘now,’ in exchange for things in the future.
I came to Australia with 4,000 Australian dollars. I dropped down to $800 at one point (& freaked out), and then realized I needed to plan. I needed to decide, commit, save, and do. And I did, because travelling was important to me. (And let it be known, I am also doing NZ very cheaply - travelling doesn’t have to be pricey).
And then I booked my flights. And now here I am. And, well, it’s just that there’s no magic equation to travelling, and there are no ‘inspiring’ people who do it verses the people who don’t; rather it’s simply the people who actually just booked, and the people who didn’t.
But I also want to say to people who don’t want to travel, that’s cool too. Actually, sometimes I envy you. I think living in a good, solid, wonderful place with a community that you’ve created over the years is amazing. That’s what life is about, and I hope to have that one day. You meet so many people while travelling, and see so many places, but it’s not real life. Home is real life. And that’s what’s important at the end of the day.
True, I’m in New Zealand seeing beautiful places, but I lay in bed at night not knowing exactly where my ‘home’ is. That sucks.
I suppose I should wrap this post up as I’ve had one too many beers on this cloudy evening, but I just wanted to get across that I’m not anything special. I’m not rich (ha! at all), or inspiring, or special, I’m just a girl who decided to go somewhere, and I saved, and I booked it. That’s all.
Left our hostel ready to go to the grocery store. And then somewhow arrived home 5 hours later with no groceries, but a hell of a hike under our belts.
Brought (not even) half a bottle of water with us
Wore a dress, not hiking shorts
Wore flips, not hiking boot
And did I mention went for a FIVE HOUR hike when we were GOING TO THE GROCERY STORE?
A casual lunch before the grocery store our hike.
Our goal was to head to the peninsula jetting out there, a short, 30min walk before we went to the store.
But it was so beautiful, we just kept walking,
And walking, and seeing, and walking, and walking,
In our flip-flops, and with no water, and the sun on our backs.
And then at some point, somehow, it was further to head back to the city, than to finish the circuit of the hike. We were dehydrated (<— awful!), burnt, and our feet, well…
But it was totally worth the pain for the absolutely stunning views. And I have to mention when we got to top of the mountain hill we were scaling walking up, there was a CAFE up there. It was seriously one of the happiest moments of my life, seeing a cafe with sweet, sweet water in it.
Luckily the walk back to the city (the short route) was surrounded in trees, and all down hill! You better believe we slept like sleeping-ninjas last night.
So… one (very unprepared) hike down, many more to go!
I keep writing this post, but they end up with too many words, and not enough photos, and I feel I’m too tired to really put into words the last two days. The last two days that have felt like five. The days are long-long-long here - the sun sets around 9:40pm, and hostel-living (again) means we are up early from someone else rising before they should. So before I ramble on (yet again) these are the things I’d like to share
I was at work on Wednesday at 3:30pm. I was on a flight from Melbourne to Christchurch at 6:35pm. NEVER AGAIN. Oh the stress! But I made it (athankyouverymuch Matt) and suddenly I was seated in 24C; an isle seat! I despise aisle seats. Window seats FTW! And by God’s good grace since I left Toronto, Sept 2011, I have never once got an aisle seat… until now. Shudder. (Tagged Under: First World Problem)
It took me ages to get through New Zealand customs. Why? Oh, I don’t know, perhaps because my hiking boots had been to Nepal. And yadda, yadda, yadda – my hiking boots are now soooooo clean (thanks to the NZ government). And then blurry eyed and dazed I stumbled through those glass sliding doors at “Arrivals” and met up with the ever so lovely Natalie.
Natalie is my travel companion for New Zealand. Her dirty deets: 24 | female | Sydney-born/living | and she was my roomy when I hiked to Base Camp, Mt. Everest. She is also hilarious <— why I keep her around.
Ohhhh, and this happened: We rocked up to our hostel at 2am on the first night in NZ, and the recpetion was closed and no key was left for us. Awful. We ended up couch surfing on the hostels’ (super short and uncomfy) couches, but as it was FREE (obvs), we’re considering this a win.
Day One: We drove from Christchurch to Lake Tepako. I’ll skip all the jazz hands, and cartwheels, and sparklers about how stunning New Zealand is, so just know the rumours are true, and hopefully my photos will show you a glimpse of that.
After arriving at our hostel for the 2nd night, we decided to head to the grocery store to get things for lunch/dinner, and then somehow ended up on a FIVE HOUR (pretty serious) hike. Oh my goodness, it was the worst, and the best all at once.
I went star gazing! And saw Orion, the Southern Cross (of Australian & NZ fame), Jupiter, a billion and one stars, a shooting star.
I’m writing this to you from a tiny town called Te Anau, and tomorrow we’re heading to Milford Sound - sooooo excited. We’ve driven 265km (424.9 mi) or done 8 hr and 17 min of driving
The Internet is useless here. Ummm, New Zealanders, the Internet is supposed to be faster than this. Actually. I’ve written this post in sentence form 3 times, but gave up. Slow computer + useless Internet + tired eyes = awful blogging.
No makeup for 14 days. Nak-id!
I am really-really-really debating bungee jumping in Queenstown. It’s on my bucket list, and I’ve always really thought I’d do it - but now that I’m THIS CLOSE to actually doing it, I’m not sure I can…
THERE ARE NO SNAKES IN NEW ZEALAND <— the most glorious thing about this country
Too many words? I totally agree - so let’s get to some photos!