Post earthquake Christchurch is a quiet place. The beach, contaminated but still beautiful offers long walks and the chance to contemplate life. I walked miles down the beach of South Brighton day after day and suddenly found myself overcome with emotions, forced to confront myself and the feelings I’d been pushing aside for so long. I cried, it was cathartic.
The silent beauty of a place like New Zealand has the power to uplift you as you deal with your demons. I went for it and welcomed the chance to grow and heal. I sat on the beach for hours, listened to music, wrote in my journal and asked myself questions. I took the chance to explore myself and perhaps even become an improved version of myself. I’m two years post “quarter life crisis” and still have no idea what I want from life. Traveling is the only thing that feels right for me. I feel more in touch with the real me when I am in a constant state of exploration. Asking myself how I can do this and live a more “stable” or “settled” life. What are my priorities? Besides backpacking, what are the things that make me happy? I’m using the silence of Christchurch to explore these questions and so much more. I’m using this opportunity as a metamorphosis and a chance to become a better me.
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