TL; DR – a whole lot has changed in the last decade!
I had just graduated from university with a chemistry degree. I was living in Hawera, and working in a milk powder factory as part of a graduate program. Campground Papa (then just My Boyfriend) was in Wellington finishing off his study. I was boarding with a rad couple and had a few friends around as well as a great group of people in my graduate class. I missed my sisters and friends in Wellington, but it was a grand adventure. I was training for a triathlon, and I also read a lot of books (I didn’t have Facebook yet!) I was excited to have my first real job and real paycheck.
We had just moved to New Plymouth, and I had started work at a cheese factory in Eltham. My Boyfriend was still unemployed, or maybe he worked at Farmers. We lived in a funny orange house in a cul de sac full of cars in the backyards and noisy DIY mopeds. There was an awesome swimming hole just down the road. We were excited about being in our first proper house and living together again. I met a few great people through my job, and joined a carpool so I didn’t have to drive 500 km per week on my own.
My Boyfriend had become My Fiancé. I was still working in the same job, but was preparing to leave for three months to a scholarship in the Netherlands. We were planning the six week backpacking holiday that would follow said scholarship. We had a lovely kitten called Trudy and some great friends. My Fiancé was working as an engineer and we were really enjoying life in New Plymouth.
We were in the last stages of wedding planning, and were excited but also a bit stressed about it all. I was starting to get frustrated with my job, and was thinking about moving into HR/training. We still lived in the orange house with the swimming hole nearby, and our European adventure was a distant memory. We had another cat called George; he and Trudy were, unfortunately, not good friends. We had bought mountain bikes and loved spending time mountain biking and tramping and enjoying the amazing New Plymouth outdoors.
I was working at the same cheese factory, but everything had changed. I’d been away for 6 months, and had just returned for a big project management and HR role. I was excited and hopeful about the new job and not too worried about going back to commuting after 6 months without it. We had been living in our new house for around 8 months and had not made nearly as much renovation progress as we would have liked. The cats were still not friends. We had recently returned from one of the greatest camping trips ever. I was in the thick of training for the Oxfam Trailwalker 100km walk.
The job I started in 2011 didn’t work out, and I was working part time and about to start a full time distance course in career development. I had recently stopped fertility treatments and was trying to plan the next steps. I was thoroughly unhappy about that situation. We got an amazing new nephew. We were slowly slowly getting through our renovations. I won tickets to WOMAD, which was one of the most fun weekends we’ve had.
I’d finished my study, and had given up some cool career opportunities for a cool life opportunity: we were moving to Brunei. The Engineer was there already and I was waiting for my visa. I had recently had surgery and worried about the time apart from my husband. I had an awesome new tattoo. I did lots of yoga and acupuncture and started knitting. I started a blog and read a lot of books.
I was four months pregnant with The Campground Kid and was still pretty unable to deal with the heat of the tropics. So I stayed at home and napped in the air conditioning a lot. We had met some great people in Brunei, and coincidentally quite a few of them were pregnant too. I started swimming and was doing a prenatal yoga class. I had just finished recovering from a nasty dog bite to the leg and was excited that I could walk again. We were doing a lot of baby planning.
The Campground Kid was seven months old and we had recently returned from our first trip back to New Zealand. She was amazing, crawling quickly and just starting to stand up, but she also slept terribly and coming back from the holiday was a tough time. We were teaching a Mums and Babies yoga class, and attending a couple of great playgroups.
We were still in Brunei, but were pretty convinced we’d be back in New Zealand very soon. The Campground Kid was 19 months old, and she was obsessed with her toys Teddy and Moose. We’d recently returned from a holiday in Lao that was pretty great but also ended up revolving around me slamming her fingers in a door pretty badly. I had travelled alone with her in Bangkok, and we survived, so I was planning to do it again in a few months for a trip to New Zealand. We went on a holiday to Mulu and Kuala Lumpur and it was awesome, (despite me being pretty sick at the time).
We are back in New Zealand, though it wasn’t as soon as we had thought it would be. We live in a small village and manage a holiday park. The Campground Kid is two and a half and she’s really getting to be a kid, not a baby. We are busy, but I am getting back into crafting and yoga and walking. We read a LOT of kid’s books, but not very many grown up books. We spend more time together as a family, but a lot of it isn’t really quality time. We just bought a caravan and are excited to do it up and travel around with it.