Decisions

The world's a big place, and my world has always been in Wellington, New Zealand. I grew up and studied in Wellington, and now I work and own a house here - and I love it. I love my family, my friends, my career and my home. I love that I can get to work in 12 minutes but can still see cattle grazing as I eat my breakfast.

But I've got the itch. I want to go live in an old city, a huge city, the place where my ancestors came from. I want to go get pale and drink warm ale. I want to see how awful and filthy and depressing it is, and how amazing and exciting and powerful. 

And I want to challenge myself. I consider myself lucky to have had my family and my oldest friends always so close by in my life, always ready with support, advice and a helping hand. But I'm a lazy guy, and I've tended to take the path of least resistance and familiarity. I haven't actually got around to doing some of the stuff I've always wanted to do. Stuff that requires some stones and a small amount of unpaid planning. I now find myself nearing 29 years of age, still yearning for that Overseas Experience - and this feels like the time for me to do it. My itchy stones have vanquished my laziness.

I'm scared, but also quite excited. 

So, welcome to the blog! Here I will chronicle my experience moving, setting up and living over in London, and my subsequent world travels from that much more convenient world travelling location. Thanks for reading.