Oct 01, 2014 19:21
Well I'm posting partially to clarify my own thoughts here. So here's a ramble!
I have stagnated too long. Well, a full year of stagnation, career wise. This job has probably been at least somewhat helpful to my career - I can now at least say I've worked for parks, and I've become friends with the park rangers here... they have encouraged me quite strongly to apply for a ranger position next summer, and it's still pretty likely that I will do so. It'd be an amazing job, though physically very demanding.
But I'm sick of Canada right now. I simply cannot face another 8 months of sitting in Vancouver, unemployed, watching my money drain away. At least last year I could subsist on EI... this year, my pay has been so low that EI would not even pay for rent. Opportunities for me in winter are almost nil. And so... I'm running away.
My flight to New Zealand is booked for October 15th. I have a work visa already. This is my first time ever booking a one way ticket. When will I come home? Whenever I feel like it.
I already have opportunities lined up for the first four months. They are both unpaid, but they are good experiences, with the Department of Conservation. I will start by doing biodiversity monitoring in the northern rainforest, Te Urewera National Park. Then in December I go to Tongariro National Park where I will be a hut ranger.
After that I'm really going to need some paid work, so I'm thinking apple picking or some other type of agricultural work. If I get a good job in Canada for our summer, then back to Canada I go. If not, I will stick around NZ for the winter, hopefully get a city job somewhere because by that time I'm sure even I will be sick of nature.
My dream is to take the long way home across Asia and Europe. But that will depend on my money management skills. Or, if I end up in Canada for our summer, then I'd take the long way back to NZ and get a second year there (only possible by paying a large fee to the SWAP program).
My only reservation with this plan? It means even more time on the road, without a home, living out of a backpack and - most importantly, being lonely, saying goodbye, and feeling like my time is running out.
But my last experience with letting my guard down with a guy because I was lonely blew up spectacularly in my face about a month ago. I seem to always pick out the most interesting guy in a place, get his attention somehow, and then end up burned horribly. BOY CHRISTINE YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO PICK EM.