I’m currently in the process of moving from New Plymouth (where I was staying during quarantine) to Nelson (where my family are). We will likely only be staying for a few months, but it’s still a totally bizarre feeling to be moving again.

Only 4 months ago I packed up my life in England and moved back to New Zealand.

And in that time, so much has changed:

• My business officially went full-time (I’ve been location independent for a long time, but I’m no longer doing anything for anyone else, like any freelancing).

• I signed 6 new clients.

• I experienced New Zealand “winter” again (there are parts of NZ that are certainly cold and snowy, but the parts I’ve been in have been so mild compared with England, and I LOVE it).

• I started my Facebook Group, Impossible Girls, and grew it to 996 members (as of today).

• I lived in hardcore quarantine for two weeks, having my meals slipped under the door, and then after that, isolation with our house bubble for many more weeks.

• I got a puppy called Alfie (okay, fine, she’s not technically my puppy but I got to live with her for 3 weeks so that counts, right?).

I love to see my life as a series of adventures. Living in Nelson will be the next one. And then, who knows? Maybe Wellington? Maybe van life? Maybe something totally unexpected. But it is an adventure, and I’m excited to see what it brings (and what I decide to bring to it!).