My legacy to the family: The base frame of a watchtower in the garden.
Now I am free!
It was in that moment, when I was but 200 metres from that house, when it came to me: I will never have to come back, this chapter is closed for good and I am stripped of all duty once again!
I was overwhelmed.
The weekend then was well filled with things we did with the other au pairs, but the void starts to show and wants to be filled.
I am sitting inside the hostel room on my first big day of liberty and ponder about the day.
I have looked around Wellington for the job offer boards of hostels and applied online for a few. Breakfast and dinner is free at this hostel (though ‘somewhat’ limited) and that makes for an easy budget handling each day…
Sure, life changes in many departments when you leave your host family: You have to go outside to use the free public Wi-Fi of the city, you buy your ow food, you have the day at your disposal and decide for yourself, how much social mingling you are in for, you live in a hostel room (which luckily inhabits only me at this point) and you can leave and return at will.
Maybe my journey will lead me away from my beloved Wellington, who knows…
Anything is possible, after all…
Just as none of these pegs knows which piece of clothing it will clamp next, I don’t know as well which position I will hold soon…
