Travel really does change you. I am a generally anxious person, and not too much of a risk taker, but these six months in New Zealand have pushed me so far out of my comfort zone for long enough that I've become comfortable outside it! I've always wanted to risk a little more than I usually risk, and so I decided to spend another two weeks wwoofing while Kara and Jordan go to Wellington to find work.
After I dropped them off there, I drove three hours (by myself-- on the left!) up North on Highway 2 to Ormondsville, just outside Dannevirke. (I'd never heard any of these names before now.) It got dark just before I reached the house, and it's rural enough that even with my brights on I had trouble finding the drive way! But I finally found the sign with the name of their house: Missalonghi. Once I found it, I realized that the house was going to be amazing-- the gate was shrouded in darkness, but looked imposing and grand.