Daniel and I have officially packed up all of our belongings. They’re currently stuffed into a car, two decks below me on the ferry as I write this.

The first time I moved to Wellington was filled with unknown delight and excitement as an 18 year old.

I met Daniel there – at breakfast.

When I left, I was shedding a past self. Someone I didn’t want to be anymore.

I’m back.

But this time, life is wildly different.

I left Wellington at 21, with a degree that I didn’t know what to do with, confusion about my career and no job prospects. All I wanted to do was travel the world.

I return at 24, 19 countries later, as my own boss, with a coaching certification, 17 private coaching clients, a 6-year relationship, 50 push ups stronger, and impossible plans for the future.

Wellington: Season 2 is here.

You don’t want to miss it.