I’m in a state of happy euphoria right now, for three reasons (I want to yell “My reasons are threefold!” but this isn’t a Dickens novel, so I’ll just get on with it).
- It is gorgeously sunny outside with clear blue skies
- Mr S and I have been together for seven years, so we’re celebrating this weekend
- I am about to hand my notice in at work and move on to a fabulous job that I’m very excited about
The job I’m going to be doing is essentially encouraging the people of New Zealand to get outside and enjoy themselves, which is ideal, because that’s exactly what I’ve been doing since I got here.
There’s something about this country that pulls you outside. I think it’s partly to do with the fact that there is always jaw-dropping scenery right on your doorstep, even if you are in the middle of the city. It makes you want to photograph it, walk on it, cycle round it and swim in it. To be fair, it might also be to do with the fact that we don’t have the BBC here and the TV on offer is not to my tastes (more on that in a later blog post methinks).
We’ve been on lots of outdoor adventures since we arrived and, even in the six months we’ve been here, I’ve found that my outlook has changed. My body yearns to be outside and pushing itself to its limits.
In the last few months I’ve cycled further than I have before, run further than ever and climbed more mountains. I’ve joined a gym, and despite embarrassing myself on a near weekly basis, I’m still going and still enjoying myself.
This weekend we’re planning to fit in some swimming (in our local pool, not the sea, it’s winter here and we’re not THAT outdoorsy) and also go for a nice long walk over some mountains, and I can’t wait.