Step 1: Flying 8,000 Miles Away in Search of Step 2

Yes, that is right, you did not read wrong. I am flying 8,000 miles away May 13th in search of step two. In order to fulfill my soon-to-be occupation as a wanderer, I am leaving the unbearable summer heat of South Florida to arrive in the windy cold climate of New Zealand. Just as Summer is sneaking its humid air into my nostrils, I am escaping it in two weeks in lieu of dry air and a runny red nose. After 5 years of studying at two different universities in pursuit of an undergraduate degree in, of all things, sociology, a marriage to a Brazilian, a divorce, endless immigration papers to earn my ex his green card, 11 different cities and countless living situations, I literally walk away from this chapter May 6th at my commencement ceremony. Where am I going? New Zealand. What am I doing? Wandering. Having a sibling who has inhabited the land of the Kiwis for the past 6 years now, it is not yet the start of my wandering, but it is Step 1 of the flow which my intuition and hasty impatience has the inclination to follow.