Ever since I was a little kid, the idea captivated me. In middle school I started to look into studying abroad as a high schooler. My folks had a few tough years (grandma died, uncle died, sister was broke in college) during high school, so I thought "well I'll do it in college then."
I was all set to go in college, but had been dating my girlfriend for 3 years or so. Her mom, knowing we were getting serious, gave me the "if you love my daughter you won't leave her for a year" speech, so I didn't go then.
3 years later & a brief marriage to said girlfriend later, I've decided to finally make that trip that I've always wanted to. Except this time I'm not sure if I'm going to come back. I have no idea how long I'll stay, but I figure i have to go there looking to get the very most out of it, and I won't do that if I have a finite date to leave.
I'm not sure where my fascination comes from. It seemed so boring to do the Europe thing like everyone else from the states does. I started looking at alternatives, and NZ stood out more than anything else...
I'd be happy to roost under your wing
