The atmosphere of your early twenties has your head moving in so many directions. It’s a constant gear switch between thinking you need to achieve everything you planned for your life as a teen ASAP and trying to slow down to soak up everything happening around you. There’s people getting engaged, friends packing up shop and moving across the world and you’re left to look at your life thinking, “What’s next?”.
With so much change and uncertainty taking over, there’s a need to fill your life with experiences and stories to tell when you’re old and grey. Add the craving to answer the question, “Who am I?” and you end up wanting to leave the house to see the world.
However, the thought of doing it alone? Kinda scary, TBH. Soooo many things could go wrong.
Arguably, this could be the reason my parents wanted me to watch Taken at such a young age — to scare me into never wanting to leave the country
My previous travel experience ranged from family holidays to business trips with coworkers. Even in the moments of being alone I always had the safety net of coming ‘home’ to something/someone familiar. So, when the opportunity presented itself to explore a new place on my own…I’ll admit I was unnerved.
As a member of the thought daughter club, my mind went in so many different directions thinking: “Who am I going to talk to?”, “What do I even pack?” and “Where the HECK am I going?”. Regardless, I knew that I needed to do this. If not for me, then for my curious inner child.
With nerves, manufactured courage and overpacked suitcase in hand I took the short flight from Sydney to Auckland, settling in for a stacked itinerary.
Waiting on the other side of ‘the ditch’ was a warm welcome from the Auckland skyline and dinner with someone I’d never met before. But a delicious cocktail and some housemade mac and cheese at Our Land prompted us to get on like a house on fire.
The slate of activities for the next day started with a hike up Mount Eden (Maungawhau) where my guide Dane spoke about the history of the tribes that once settled on the dormant volcano. In this moment, I took the time to ground myself and take it all in. The scenery. The stories. The overwhelming sense that I was just a tiny grain of sand in a big world.
Looking at the city for a moment, all of the worry went away replaced with the calm of being in the right place, at the right time.
I wandered through a sunkissed Chancery Square, Auckland’s Art Gallery (spotting a Picasso) and after lunch at Gilt Brasserie, found myself on top of the Sky Tower with a different type of fear setting in.
It was exhilarating being 192m from the ground. The panic turned to feeling invincible. Suddenly, I could do anything especially the heart racing challenges that involved standing on the edge of the pathway and looking down at the street below.
But the day of facing my worries wasn’t over…
Still left to check off my list was a sunset happy hour drink and the most daunting of all: going to a top-rated restaurant, all on my own. First on the docket was heading to Bar Albert, a local rooftop venue with wrap around views of Auckland. Filled with coworker catch ups, friend groups and even some dates, the night began to settle in across the skyline as I tried to avoid eye contact with the people around me. The refreshing drink after a long day was helpful.