New Zealand Bound… and Overthinking It

🚨 EVERYONE, EVERYONE! 🚨

Stop whatever y’all are doing right now and start congratulating me! Why? Because it has been officially confirmed by New Zealand Immigration that Me, Myself, and I have secured a visa to work in New Zealand!!!

Fresh air, mountains, lakes, and an endless series of breathtaking sceneries—I’M COMING FOR YOU! (Well… not immediately… but soon-ish).

Even though I just said I’m coming, it’s actually happening early next year. I still need to stay in Singapore for the rest of this year—I gotta make my resume look nice and avoid a suspiciously long gap. But honestly, I’m still in shock, and it feels so unreal. My brain is stuck on repeat:

“Wait, did I really get it?”

“Am I actually moving to New Zealand??”

And instead of worrying about what’s gonna happen in New Zealand, my overthinking self has already skipped ahead to What happens AFTER New Zealand? 

• Am I gonna stay there?
• Will I even be allowed to stay there?
• If not, where do I go next?
• Can I find a job again when I come back?
• Will it be a decent job?
• Am I currently spiraling?

Answer: Yes, I am overthinking. Again.

I know I need to stop this, but do you realize how hard it is to shut down your brain when it decides to run a marathon of unwanted thoughts? Still, I’m working on it—one step at a time. Slowly but surely.

Now, onto something even sadder than my existential crisis…

You know what’s worse than not getting to eat a Ferrero Rocher? A melted Ferrero Rocher...

sad...

Someone (a mysterious snack angel) left one on my table, and I happily put it in my pocket—only to completely forget about it until I got home. When I finally pulled it out… let’s just say, it had transcended its original form. It was a chocolate crime scene.

Did I still eat it? Yes.

Did I have to lick the wrapper to avoid wasting any of that sweet, chocolatey goodness? Also yes.

No shame. Survival instincts kicked in.

To whoever gifted me this (probably a colleague from another department—shoutout to my company’s adorable gift exchange culture): THANK YOU. Even though I have no idea who you are, just know that your chocolate was deeply appreciated… and tragically melted.

showing off my visa T^T