Day 1 — A Blur of Emotions
The moment I stepped out of the airport, the air felt different. Cold, crisp, and somehow full of promise.
I was exhausted from the flight, but part of me was buzzing with excitement.
Getting a local SIM card and finding my way to the accommodation felt like mini victories. Each small task whispered: “You’re really here now.”
Day 2–3 — The Logistics Marathon
These days were all about setting up life:
- Opening a bank account
- Getting my AT HOP card for public transport
- Grocery shopping and figuring out what “normal” food looks like here
It was overwhelming at times — new systems, new accents, new everything — but people were so kind. A stranger even helped me load my transport card at the station. That little kindness meant so much.
Day 4 — Slowing Down
I gave myself permission to just breathe. The hustle and bustle of the city that I used to live in was soon growing faint with time, embracing the calm and quiet that surrounded me.
I explored my neighbourhood on foot, of course with Google Maps haha. I found a cozy café tucked between two shops, and it already feels like “my spot.” Their capuccino was perfect. ☕
For the first time since arriving, I felt calm.
Day 5–6 — Finding Joy in the Little Things
I visited a local farmers’ market. The smell of fresh produce, live music, cheerful chatter… it felt like a warm hug.
I picked up some fruits and flowers for my room — suddenly, it felt a bit more like home 🏠 .
Day 7 — A Quiet Sunset
I ended my first week watching the sunset from a nearby trail.
The sky turned gold, then pink, then dusky lavender. And something in me softened.
I’m still figuring everything out including the systems, the culture, even myself in this new place , but I know this is the beginning of something beautiful 🌸
Namaste Kiwi 
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