After moving away from Canada for a couple months, I began to settle down at Raetihi Lodge in the beautiful Marlborough Sounds of New Zealand. Shortly after that, I had started wondering where I was going to travel to next.
Jessica and I just moved to Queenstown a month ago, and, after settling in for two weeks, we were already planning our next adventure – Australia, Canada, or the UK? We wondered about all the possibilities that lay ahead.
I recently met a fellow who asked me where I was from, and where I’ve been in New Zealand. I told him I was from Calgary, Alberta in Canada near the mountains. I recently lived in the Marlborough Sounds, and now I live in Queenstown, New Zealand I told him.
He said to me, “You’re a lucky guy – all three of those places would probably make it into the top ten most beautiful places on Earth.”
So why am I never satisfied with where I am? Why am I constantly thinking about where I could be instead of where I am now? Have I become unappreciative of what I have around me?
The build up of anticipation before I left Canada was incomparable to any amount of excitement I have ever felt. The thoughts about quitting my job, meeting new people, trying new things – it was all so liberating. The anticipation almost felt as good as the actual event of traveling for the first time.
Actually, quitting a job is, on its own, one of the most self-satisfying things you can do. I quit a job just a few weeks ago and it felt unreal. I highly recommend you do it if you dislike you current occupation. You never have to settle for shitty bosses or job tasks that will make you crazy.
I now know that I am infatuated with the notion of change. New things, new people, new places, new ideas – those kinds of thoughts really get me. The idea of a new travel project gives me chills and excites the hell out of me. I love the planning phase of any crazy, new idea. I love having something to look forward to. I even look forward to new challenges and new discomforts.
However, in discovering this passion for change, I also realised that I need to appreciate what I have now. I need to show gratitude for my good fortune, my luck, or whatever it is that has allowed me to be living in Queenstown “The Adventure Capital of the World” in the magical land of New Zealand, “The Land of the Long White Cloud.” I say ‘good fortune’ or ‘luck’ because it certainly was not hard work that landed me here. I was only able to travel because I got a line of credit from the bank – there’s no way I could have saved up the required funds to get into NZ on my own, especially with how I partied during Stampede last year.
So I bid you adieu, and leave you with this wondrous quote:
But in all seriousness,