Leaving a paradise
Moving again
I planned to move tomorrow from my current position to go to Johnsonville, where I will meet my third woofing and stay there for eight days.
I leave a lively and refreshing place, as well as generous and interesting people.
I already spoke about the discoveries and the interesting experiences I had here so I will not speak too much about it. But I can quickly tell you that I :
- had a second meditation time with a one of an hour long and one of a five-teen or thirty (time passed really quickly) minutes.
- did archery in the garden. I am bad and I have now some bruises in my left forearm.
- participated to a « philosophy » group where we talked about consciousness, artificial intelligence, and also some history. My host congratulated me about my English speaking : totally worth trying to participate.
- went outside for breakfast Saturday morning : our hosts bring us (me and the Italian woofer) to a place where they offered us pancakes. I could not beat the record which is eleven pancakes, but I really enjoyed the home made hot chocolate, and the pancakes with whipped cream, chocolate, maple syrup or berries jam.
- spent a huge amount of my woofing time doing IT related tasks : installing a printer, updating computers, troubleshooting the network or drawing a map of the garden with GIMP.
And the projects ?
Flat
I try my best not to have to come back to the hostel for woofing which means : I am looking for a flat for the 23rd of December. Due to the distance from my host's house to Wellington (twenty minutes of walk to catch a bus, which leads to a second bus to Wellington) and the high price of public transports here, I could not have visited flats since I left the hostel.
I hope this will get better in my next woofing place (one bus line to Wellington city). I have eight days to find a place.
Job
For now, the job search is in standby. I regularly check on websites referencing opportunities, but I do not see a lot of new ads. I wonder if it will be so simple.
So I began to show some interest in the nomad lifestyle :
- You do not always need to be on a precise place to work : especially in development, there are a lot of stuff we can do remotely.
- There are a lot of people on the planet needing some skills I have or can learn easily.
Direct conclusion from the two points above : if I can have an easy access to the demand, I can work from pretty much everywhere. But on the other side, I saw some problems :
- The demand does not actually match my experiences : I will have to spend some time learning. And this skills may not be really valuable in companies if freelancers can do that.
- There are a lot of cheap freelancers on the market : essentially from country where the life is cheaper than where I am.
Anyway, I sign up in a website, I will see in the future if it is useful and corresponds to what I am looking for. I do not think so, but it worth a try.
Happy...
Today is kind of an anniversary : there is now one month that I came in New Zealand. I take this opportunity to talk about some feelings I silenced in the previous posts.
I miss a lot of people, some more than others, but I am in a period with some depressive moments when I wonder if it really worth the sacrifices I made, or I forced my relatives to do.
Sometimes I am angry against myself for having destroyed the world I lived in, looking for something better. I often criticize that we are not well educated in « having enough » : I feel like I felt in some kind of trap by wanting to become what "the others" expects me to be.
I am totally aware that those feelings match the « change curve ». So I try to act toward my objectives and what I expected.
I already met amazing people, tried new stuff and improve my English and I hope I will continue to live enriching experiences. But I need to find a job and live autonomously : I feel like I started from the bottom to bounce higher, so a long path is waiting for me.
The complicated point is here : there is a confrontation between my expectations and the reality (what I am living) which cause an inquiry : why did I do this ?