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Every time I am in a city staying at a hostel, I tend to stick around that area because of the free wifi, the coffee shops feeding my addiction, and the convenience of having food close by.
I haven’t explored much of Wellington so far even though I have been here since New Years Eve, and I feel I am missing out on the hidden awesomeness that the Capital of New Zealand has to offer!
So, I decided to lace up my Chucks and go for a little stroll…well actually, a long stroll. There is a beautiful church perched atop a hill above Oriental Parade, and I made that my goal for the day. Get up there, explore, and see Wellington from high above the city.
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Argh! Someone stole my Under Armor shoes that I use for running and hiking. We all know that Chucks are gnarly, but not good for hiking AT ALL.
I know there are plenty of other things to donate and give to during the holiday season, but if you wouldn’t mind even donating $1 to my “I need a pair of Converse Hiking Shoes Because Some Douche Stole My Other Pair” fund, I would love you FOREVER!
Right now I am living off of my writing, and since that just started, it isn’t bringing in funds for a new pair of shoes. New Zealand is epically gorgeous, but has crazy terrain, and my Chucks just won’t cut it.
If you would like to donate a small amount, here is the link: DONATE
If you choose to donate, please send me an email and a picture of your chucks as well so I can give you thanks! I will throw together a video for you all :)
Out with the old life, in with the new.
Today, I swapped out my beaten and battered Chucks for a clean new pair. I am leaving behind my old life for a fresh start, leaving my torn Chucks with my mother and father whose memories helped me make it through hard times. My mother was always the one who encouraged my dreams, daring me to believe in myself and what I wanted out of life.
My father forged the work ethic and survival sense into me, usually discouraging daring desires of my dreams for a stable job. Both gave me the balance, though many times it was fierce when they collided beliefs, enabling me to work hard, but also chase my dream. Taking the best taught lessons of each, and knowing the flaws of each position as well, I will hopefully grow as I travel into the person I want to be, chasing my dream, and fulfilling life as I think it should be.
I left one Chuck for my father, who passed three years ago.
The other, left for my mother, who has yet to be given a grave stone. That one is on my bucket list.
I have told less people than what I can count on two hands about this part of my life. But I am opening up to a new world, and the first step is to stop avoiding the past but to accept life.