It was 2010 and I had just finished studying at university. I was born and bred in a small town in New Zealand, a distant and exotic location for some, but I found it cold and boring. I graduated from university with a physiotherapy degree. The downside of my education was my student loan, which had ballooned to become larger than I’d anticipated. Immediately after my graduation I worked picking fruit, but this was just a short-term solution to my growing financial woes. It was nice to work outdoors for a change, however, I had to put my qualifications to better use and I had to clear my debt. My 24-year-old 5’9″ frame had not done any physical work for a few years, so there were benefits to the job. The fruit picking had slimmed me down to about 75kg (165 pounds). I felt fit for the first time in years. Continue reading
The next month was hectic. Winter Break ended and I was soon knee-deep in lab reports and exams that needed to be graded in a timely manner even though I was busy enough putting the finishing touches on my thesis.
Bonnie and Charlotte were a flurry of activity the entire month, too. We all went out to the Thai place up the block to celebrate their being chosen for Cupcake Battle that night they got the call.
“I still don’t believe it,” Bonnie said, shaking her head. “We’ve only been open a few months and already we’re going to get national exposure.” Continue reading