The last 10 months have been rather bumpy in paradise.
Before Christmas, with the 3-year mark looming, big decisions needed to be made as to our future in New Caledonia. I had no idea as to whether my contract with the University would be renewed (I spent 6 months playing the will-they-won’t they game with my boss until it was clear that it really wouldn’t be) and therefore I started looking at different options both in New Caledonia and in the UK (gasp).
My hit rate in New Caledonia turned out to be rather successful and therefore ensured the freelance work I have been able to pick up over the past months and our decision to stay in NC was formalised.
However, whilst in the throes of job hunting, a rather interesting opportunity popped up: the chance of Post-graduate research into a collection of Pacific artefacts in the UK.
Something that might actually appreciate my rather bizarre career path!
The fact that I have never studied anthropology and haven’t been a student for the best part of a decade seemed only minor considerations given the fact that I have basically spent the past 4 years of my life blundering around in the dark and unknown. The chance of a place was unlikely but what did I have to lose?
I have been thoroughly reassured that there is not a noticeboard in every university with failed applications posted on it where everyone can point and laugh. Also, I live halfway around the world, so even if they do exist I would be unlikely to find out, so I decided to write a proposal.
Applications were submitted and the waiting game began, with focus turning towards my actual new day job as a freelance teacher. Time passed. I rather surprisingly got called to interview.
In May I was offered a full scholarship.
It was a surprise.
I have been living the past few months in a state of denial, but now, with a day left in the country, I am (just about) ready to leave.
It will be incredibly sad to leave a place that has given me so much.
In my 3 and a half years in the Pacific, I have had experiences and opportunities beyond anything I would get elsewhere. I have met the most amazing people, from many different countries many of whom I hope will be lifelong friends. I have discovered a new language, a new way of life. Many incredible and beautiful new cultures. I have been forced to think about things that would just never occur to someone living in the UK. I have been challenged beyond anything I have done before and from it drawn great confidence. I have learnt new skills and become truly adaptable in order to survive. I have had the most incredible experiences, discovered the most truly breathtakingly beautiful places and been forced to grow as a person. There have been times when it has been very very hard, but I have learned and developed. I am definitely not the small blonde girl from Wales who left the UK nearly 4 years ago.
That said, I now think my time here has reached a natural end. I do now need to move forward and do something just for me. This PhD will give me the opportunity to do this whilst keeping a little piece of the Pacific in my heart.
I will step into the unknown void once more.