Where I sit writing this blog post in the idyllic Tutukaka Coast of New Zealand’s Northland, I realise that I couldn’t be in a place further or of more contrast to London. As I prepare for my big adventure, the tranquil Ngunguru Estuary laps at the edge of the garden where the kayaks are moored to our boat shed. My Chihuahua, Cooper, sits next to me, rolling between beach towel and grass; having the time of her life. I look across to the family on the far side of the estuary, less than 100m across the water flowing in on the incoming tide. Being only accessible by boat, today they’ve got that whole side to themselves. I can hear their voices travel across the water, laughing and soaking up the New Zealand sun this long Easter weekend and doing what is known as ‘the kiwi lifestyle’; enjoying the outdoors, summers at the beach, picnics, BBQs, boating, friends and most importantly family.
It’s what we kiwis do, and what we love. And then I wonder why I am choosing to leave it all behind for the hustle and bustle of one of the biggest cities in the world.