“Reason is no match for desire: when desire is purely and powerfully felt, it becomes a kind of reason of its own.” ― Eleanor Catton,
New Zealand is quite a magical land. It was a land where practical reasons failed and improbable desire found . Oddly enough, it was the place that bookmarked my travel odyssey, from start to finish.
Yes, it was not any faraway countries that gave me that damned desire to travel. It was no more than that little flight across the Tasman.
It was that day when I failed a semester. I lost my way. It was as if apocalypse had arrived. I was no more than a 21-year-old girl whose life was dictated by her school grades. There was never a Plan B because Plan A should have worked, like a formula. Pass your classes, graduate, find a job, work, fall in love, settle down. There was always an end in sight. It was practical.
Even when you do come up with a Plan B, it should be just as reasonable and practical. You were given 6-month off studies, so you should work to give a nice cushioning in your savings. But I didn’t. There was this desire to leave Melbourne so bad that point, I went behind my parents’ back and bought a month-long trip over to New Zealand. To persuade my practical parents, I used my poor cousins in Dunedin as an excuse.
Guess what? I travelled the whole circumference of the South Island, I never visited them. I was such a great daughter. Considering the next sin I committed at that point, being a liar was actually lesser of the two. What is this greater sin, you wonder? Well, a novice traveller who thought that photos were overrated… hence there wasn’t much record of my great South Island tour. Yeah, Misshoggy was pretty silly then.
Eight years later, in love, engaged, a new chapter in life, I brought the love of my life on a little tour of the country that became the reason I travelled. This time, to persuade him, I used my poor cousins again; it’s time to meet the rest of my (extended) family in Auckland.
Nothing a yummy brunch at gourmet central Mission Bay can’t cure. Not even that lingering regret.
Next week on Misshoggy: Is one weekend enough to explore Auckland?