Well I know it’s been a while since I have wrote on my blog but I thought a change of location warrants an entry.
So since the last time I wrote on here I have pretty much living normal life in Melbourne. I had moved into a new apartment with Michael (bf) and the old gal Jaxx and we were loving life drinking and eating great food and generally being a bit boring by going to work coming home and chilling in the apartment.
Myself, Michael, Jaxx and Bazza (Barry) spent Christmas Day on the beach, eating melting cheese, swimming and getting burnt. Over the Christmas holidays we went hiking up the Dandenong ranges, climbed 1000 steps, went to beaches and generally ate and drank too much – but had a bloody good time. Once the holidays were over it started dawning on us that we would all soon be leaving Melbourne and Australia all together.
Me and Michael sorted our working holiday visas out for New Zealand, Jaxx sorted out her plan for travelling around Asia and Barry organised his travelling around Australia, Asia and New Zealand. We had all planned to have a trip to Darwin and Sydney after our visas ended, before we all parted ways as a sort of holiday, but due to the amount that Australia wanted us to pay ($1000) to extend our visas for two weeks we thought it wasn’t worth it and so that plan went down the drain.
As it came closer to the date we were leaving we started say goodbye to the great people we had met in Melbourne. Some were going off to do their farm work, some were great Aussies we had met and some very close friends that had been able to get sponsored in Melbourne and so were staying out there. Everyone said that they would come out and visit us in NZ so they were bittersweet goodbyes. The person Michael found it hardest saying goodbye to was Quinn and the person I found it hardest to say goodbye to was Jaxx. We had both been with these people from the beginning of our Australia trips and were going to find it strange not being able to see them whenever we wanted.
On January 17th we flew from Melbourne to Sydney and then Sydney to Auckland. Once we landed and threw our stuff into the hostel we headed to Auckland’s harbour and of course had something to eat in an Irish bar – that’s what you get for having an Irish fella. Over the next couple of days we went on a walking tour of the city, drinks lots of cheap beer, opened our bank accounts, applied for our tax numbers and started to get things going here.
Unfortunately our time here in Auckland has been overshadowed by devastation and grief with the loss of our amazing friend Niall Quinn. After hearing of his tragic death we were both completely taken over with grief and found it very hard to cope with days in general. Not only was I devastated for my own loss of a great friend, who helped keep us laughing through farm work and through my time in Melbourne, who always had a great story to tell and was always up for a drink, but also for Michael who lost one of his best friends. They both completely adored each other and even though towards the end of last year they didn’t see each other as much (as they weren’t living together) whenever they did you could tell they were the greatest of friends. I cannot imagine what Michael or Quinn’s family are going through if my grief is anything to go by but my thoughts are with them at this hard time.
I am writing this as I am in a new hostel, with Michael flying back to Ireland in order to say goodbye to Quinn at his funeral, on behalf of both of us. I think i can say on behalf of both of us that we are completely grateful for all the support and thoughts we have received over the past week and that both of our lives, as with anyone else who had the privilege of meeting Quinn, will not be the same without him in it! He would have wanted us to give NZ a good go and have the Craic and we are gonna bloody try!