Saturday, 16 November 2013

The road so far

I've been homeless and unemployed now for one week. One week of job hunting. One week of not knowing what will happen when I get that text alert from Westpac bank saying “Your electronic account is below $50”. I've applied for 27 jobs in the last couple of days. And I'm applying for anything. Everything from working in the cafeteria at the aquarium and working in a shop to being a receptionist at a medical firm. Even though I swore to myself many moons ago that I would never do this, I've even applied for a call centre job. So I'm turning every single stone.

From my journal as I was leaving Tauranga

Time's up. I'm now sitting comfortably on-board the Intercity coach in its grey and colourful patterned seats.
As we set off from the bus stop in Tauranga I'm faced with a series of feelings.

Firstly I feel sorry for the middle-aged guy in the blue shirt sitting across from me, who's phone ran out of battery as he was talking to someone. Simply hate when that happens.
No the feelings I'm faced with are relief, excitement and sadness.

Relief, because I managed to leave a job I was no longer comfortable and happy doing.
Excitement, because I'm about to embarke on a new adventure. So even though I'm homeless and unemployed, things will be fine because I've got hope.
Sadness, because I'm leaving people I've grown quite fond off.

In the short time I've been in New Zealand, I've had the great honour of meeting and getting to know some amazing people. People from all over the world; Canada, USA, Brazil, England, Scotland, Wales, Germany, Holland, France, Sweden, Denmark, Australia and of course New Zealand.

The road so far have been good, purely because I've got so many great people around me that have supported me. Be it from picking my stuff up when moving out and giving me a place to stay to making a cuppa and telling me in a motherly way “You'll be fine. Just keep on going.” All those things are what gives me strength and motivation to carry on. Even at the darkest of times there is always light, however small and far away it might seem, it is still there. You just have to look.

As the white bus makes its way up towards Auckland on Highway 2, cutting through the kiwi bus, I suddenly realise something. I'm in New Zealand. No I haven't been high on magic shrooms the past two months. I know where I am.

No but sometimes you get that eureka moment and you rediscover everything around you. All of a sudden you notice the ripe green kiwis hanging down from the endless green orchards and the van selling fresh avocados on the side of the road for a few bucks. Or the stunning green hills and majestic mountains normally only seen in The Lord of the Rings and Hobbit as various members of the Baggins family make their way through Middle Earth.

This feeling is also enhanced by the fact I'm listening to the soundtrack from the films. The steady beat of “The ride of the Rohrim” pulsating through my HTC earplugs, which for the cord do absolutely no justice to the composer.

Sorry sidetracking here. This post isn't called “Wish-list 2013”.
Where was I? Oh yes, the epic scenery. After pulling out from a sleepy town with probably 324 inhabitants (and 476 sheep) we are soon out in the Kiwi wilderness. Orchard after orchard pass by, showing of the delicious fruits of New Zealand.

Coming into Auckland, we cruise down the tiny bit of motorway New Zealand has got. As the bus stop I'm dreading the walk. Coming out of the bus, I immediately get into a massive bundle of people awaiting the (flying) arrival of my bags. After pushing past a flock of tourists with the Canon and Nikon cameras hanging around their neck, which only 10% of them actually know how to use, I locate the toilet. 

Here's a TIP for you; use the changing tables to put your backpack on! Trust me, you don't want to risk taking it off, putting it on the floor and trying to get it back on after.

Like many cities, Auckland has a logical layout, with straight streets and blocks, making it easy enough to navigate to the train station. Coming into the Britomarket Transport Center, I enter a modern building. After having successfully qued up to the ticket office and found my platform, I lean up against a bin to give my legs some much needed rest. The station is actually quite beautiful, with its columns and shiny metal details. The train coming in reminds me more of the London Underground trains that a “normal” train, except this one has aircon and space to move your little toe.

Arriving in the the relaxed town of Swanson, I sit down in the train station café. Many of the old colonial style stations are still here, though not necessary as a station. This for example has been converted into a café. I sit down with a nice cup of coffee and write in my journal, what you have just been reading.

Back to reality

Sweet potatoes planted

In between planting sweet potatoes and cleaning tour buses, I make sure I find enough jobs to apply for. Like I said there's always a job. And to be honest, even though I worry about stuff like food and accommodation, I deep down think this will be an experience for me. That's it isn't it? Figure out what you can learn from something. To grow as a person.

When I get into Auckland next week, I'll hopefully have some videos and pictures I can show you. Because I have limited internet access out here in the bush, so can't upload too much.

Now, I've got a promising job interview on Tuesday, so wish me luck!

(This post was written on a mobile device, so apologies for any spelling mistakes, lack of pictures and/or the layout of the post itself.)