And there was I------Bored

Okay, so where to start? I guess like any story, you must start at the beginning.

A Little History..

I come from a very secure and model nuclear family. Two parents, a sister, two sets of grandparents, and a slew of aunt and uncles. I grew up in a small community located in northern Ontario. My family was never over adventurous and my parents spent the good portion of their days mucking about in the same area year after year. Trips and family excursions were never very common and no member of my family was very adventitious. I, on the other hand, have been the complete opposite and from the age of 17, I have taken it upon myself to travel and see the world. Maybe it was due to the fact that I was not content with living the sheltered and boring existence that my family was too eager to pursue. I guess the arrival of the internet (back in 1993) put a little spring in my step and I began to realize that there was an entire undiscovered world out there. I would leap at every opportunity to leave the confides of our home behind and explore the world around me.

At the age of 17, I met two people from Toronto (Kathryn and Stephanie) who invited me to a concert (Ash). A country bumpkin got his chance to sample the flavor of the real world and what would be better to sample the texture and the aroma of a cosmopolitan city. After that adventure, I relied on the Greyhound to rescue me from the trivial life of an isolated community. A world of opportunities were unveiled to me and destinations such as Calgary, Vancouver, St Johns, Montreal, Winnipeg and even Rainbow City Alabama allowed me to quench a thirst that had been unsatisfied.

As soon as I completed high school, I left at the chance to move away from the confides of my rural dungeon and into the awaiting arms of the world. College was my release, my savior, my guardian angel (alas I am not a Christian so please accept the concept of an angel as a literary sprinkle). Eight years after leaving home, the boredom has returned and I again find myself wondering "What If".

The Set-up

Like so many other people, I joined Youtube in 2006 and started to make poorly choreographed and pointless videos about anything I could think of. It was on Youtube that I met a girl from the land of New Zealand. Forward a year later. This girl and I found ourselves talking on a regular basis and a spark was ignited. Like all things, this spark did end, however, I became more and more interested in the mysterious land of New Zealand.

The Hook.

Last October I took it upon myself to travel to New Zealand to savor the atmosphere and to titillate my senses. New Zealand was a land of countless flavors and endless possibilities. I spent one week in Auckland where I ventured into the unknown of Auckland City and tried to see every tourist trap and conceivable destination I could. Needless to say I barely scraped the surface. It was during my time that I finally met the Kiwi that sparked my interest those months before. I would then spend as week in Wellington exploring Museums, hiking trails, the beaches and endless Lord of the Rings shooting locations. When I finally landed home in Ottawa I made up my mind that New Zealand is the place for me.

Today..

It has been almost five months since I venture to the land on endless wonder and I have made up my mind that New Zealand is where I want to BE. Mind you, I have not decided how long I would like to stay or what I would like to do. All I know is that once I get an idea in my head, it is impossible for me to let this idea go. I have been researching and reading everything I can find about New Zealand and I have been taking it upon myself to be an encyclopedia of knowledge. Reading is good but how am I going to make this happen?