Attached.

Mum! Holding Big Ted, the horse Bridge and I rode.

Mum! Holding Big Ted, the horse Bridge and I rode.

I’m back from Auckland again. Travelling too and from the city turned out to be very difficult physically, but it’s emotionally that I’m feeling very attached and all I want is to go back. Which is not good.

I missed my flight by about 5 minutes, so they stuck me on a later and crappier one through Wellington for free. This, however, turned out to be delayed by around an hour. By the time we were in the air for 45 minutes, they found me and told me that my connecting flight from Wellington had left without me due to the delay….okay, my own fault I guess. Once in Wellington they found me as I came off the plane and gave me a boarding pass to a new plane leaving at 9pm. This was then cancelled and I was issued with a new flight at 9.30. Of course, as I waited this flight was updated as being delayed, and I finally got in the air at 10pm. Bearing in mind, my original flight had been at 5.10, arriving at 6.50. Therefore, I left for Dunedin airport at around 4.30, and got to Auckland at 11pm. Great fun!

In Auckland I caught up with friends; Matt and Eddy who live just round the corner and I’ve known since high school, a few new people, and Bridget, the girl I met on my first trip back a few weeks ago. It was a good time. One thing I noticed is that people seem to be seeking me out for advice and wisdom; I don’t know if I’m qualified but I’ll try my best. Maybe I’m seeming content or self-assured..I don’t know. It is nice to have your friends look at you as somebody to share their fears and secrets and worries with, believing you have been through enough that you can help them.

I also had a nice time with my mother while there. It’s an interesting relationship which really seems to have developed away from mother-son to one of friendship. I went out to the farm with her a couple of times and it was great to talk and have a few laughs. I rode one of her horses too, which was great. It was great to see her totally in her element on the farm. The horse was huuuge, frightening to ride but exciting at the same time. Bridge did very well riding him given that the horse was about 1.5x as tall as her. Also, Bridge and I blatted around on the quad bike for a while which was a lot of fun. It’s so peaceful out there, almost silent but with life happening everywhere. I found it an interesting dynamic; we often block life out (putting headphones in our ears etc) blaring music and spending our day oblivious to the amazing fact we are all living creatures. When you encounter somebody, you are encountering a living, breathing, loving creature, filled with dreams and hopes and desire. It’s too easy to fall into the trap that things are mundane, when they really are not.

So Bridge and I went for a walk down to the water with the dogs (my families German Shepards, Hammer and Tui), where we watched the estuary and the horizon on the far bank, dotted with horses. She studies Drama and Philosophy, so she indulges all my existential habits :p we talked about a lot of interesting things, and she really processes things when she thinks about them; which I imagine is the great thing of learning philosophy; you really learn to be a philosopher in your thought process. She got onto the philosophy of language, and I told her my gripe about the word “Love.” Basically, love is an arbitrary label which consumes us in relationships. People are concerned with whether their care for somebody has attained “Love”, some higher-plane. However, nobody has any idea what the qualities of this higher-plane are, so they are searching blind. It really is the most subjective interpretation of a concept which people seem to agree is objective. The worst part is you can lose a wonderful relationship over love; why did she say she loves me? Why didn’t she say she loves me? Why does it matter to me whether she did or not? Why does she care if I didn’t say it back?

The “saying it back” thing is an interesting concept, because it affirms my idea that when most people say they love you, they are offering you a contract. Now, my study of law has revealed that a contract must have two parties, and unless you say it back to them, you aren’t becoming party to the contract. Nobody is totally sure what the terms of the contract are, but people want to sign into it anyway. Human beings are creatures of corroboration; we are constantly looking for certainty. The word Love (as we know it now) helps us pretend we have certainty. It helps us believe that when we fall asleep with the person we want to be with, they won’t be gone in the morning, because they have said “I love you.”

This is, ultimately, an obvious illusion. I could say to a girl that I love her, and she could say it back, and an hour later she could say she never wants to see me again. There is nothing certain at all, least of all when it comes to other people and their emotions. I know from experience that a relationship in which you frequently say you love each other can end, and end definitively.

I want to say that this creates an  interesting question; in this case, how can you know it was love? But it’s not an interesting question at all, because its irrelevant. The fact of the matter is that it was a relationship in which two people cared about each other a lot. Trying to justify a way in which it was not love is done to try and preserve the power of the word, whereby you can keep on believing that the next time you say it, or have it said to you, the contract will this time be watertight.

Anyway, going thrift shopping now and crossing my fingers to find some jeans I can do something with, since I currently have none. I have dance tonight til around  8pm, and then I think I might be camping at Longbeach with some people I don’t really know which will be fun. The car is full of firewood so at least I might be passably warm. The last and only time I was there was with Sophie, but enough of that.

More later.

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PS. Above is a picture which I just love of a blog somebody recently introduced me to, called thathipsterporn. Most of the content is erotic art but occasionally there is something like this in there. Anyway, check it out, it’s fantastic and thoroughly arousing, sexually and thoughtfully.

Updates.

So I managed my $60 Produce only week…ish.

Apologies for the lack of posts, I’ve been back at lectures and had an assignment due. Also, had my first Swing class which was very fun, although I will miss it this week as I am going to Auckland on Thursday evening.

So, anyway, the food thing went relatively well. But with with hiccups. For one, my insides took a hammering, deprived of all the chemical coagulants they are used to and with an overload of fibre. You don’t want to know the details, I imagine. It did inspire me to learn to cook some new things, and invent a few recipes. I discovered that leeks, far from being the hideous ugly cousin of the onion that I thought they were, are in fact seriously delicious. And fun to cook with.

I couldn’t go the whole week without cheese, alas; ended up buying some to eat with a pear in a moment of weakness. Totally worth it though. Also, last night my friend brought me candies, so yeah. This is sounding less impressive as I go on but really it wasn’t so bad….

My brother and his wife bought a house last week, so I’m excited to go see that and celebrate with them. Also, I visited my grandparents while I was home last time and I really would like to catch up with them. I’ll probably end up back at the Illusory Maze, the derpus that I am.

Hopefully I can catch up with the friend I missed out on seeing last time. Oh, and also the one who I spent Sunday with, but will have to wait and see. We only exchanged a couple of texts in almost a fortnight, which is kind of a good thing too I suppose; better than feeling obliged to have awkward, empty text conversations.

Finally I’ve gotten all I need together to satisfy the International Exchange Office, so it’s over to them now; having said that, I really think I should schedule a meeting with the head of my law faculty to persuade him to put in a good word for me. Scary stuff but also a step in the right direction.

Life in Dunedin is settling back into an uncomfortable pattern, so I’m really looking forward to my extra-curricular courses starting (dance, yoga etc…). The workload already seems overwhelming and I just struggle to be interested in the subject, making it even harder. Also, I’ve not been sleeping well, and the sleep I’ve been getting has really been plagued by some uncomfortable dreams. I keep encountering people from the past, or from my current life, and having serious conversations/reconciliation/etc., and then being unable to distinguish between the dreaming and reality. It actually gets kind of saddening, because it puts you in such a good mood when you think bridges have been repaired or whatever, and then you realise it’s totally untrue. Also, those classic bad dreams where you see somebody you care about be horrible to you and loving to somebody else.

I went to an international food festival the other evening, on the green in front of the Dunedin Museum. It was cool, very vibrant with lots of people, and some very fun performances. There was a fantastic African drum band which was just so impressive. Also, beautiful light show and lanterns etc etc.

Exhausting myself is probably the key, so tonight I’ll go for a run (if it’s not freezing) or the gym if it is. I don’t think I’ve ever written about it on here, but I used to be extremely obsessed committed to my body, to the point where it was just such a drain to myself and everybody around me. There’s a lot of history there which need not be aired, but regardless, it took me a while to really become chilled out about physical appearance in that regard. In any case, in the last couple of days I’ve noticed creeping feelings of dissatisfaction, which I’m not happy at all about, so I want to nip that in the bud and get back to feeling comfy and healthy.

Anyway, this really isn’t of much interest to anybody but I felt I ought to say a few words to keep in touch.

PS. Bought the Nanobyte EP, which is excellent and diverse. The song below reminds me a lot of Kryptic Minds.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzYEbenHAW8

 

Overhaul.

Two things about me: I’m bad with looking after money, and I love food far too much.

I’m going to attempt to improve on both of these by setting myself a food budget of $60 per week. On top of this, I’m committing to eating fresh produce, which means nothing mass-produced or packaged (You get what I mean).

So today was day one.

All purchased from a local fruit+vege place. No supermarkets : )

All purchased from a local fruit+vege place. No supermarkets : )

So as well as what is shown above I got another dozen eggs and 10kg of potatoes, all up costing me $58 (under budget, woo!). It remains to be seen whether this will be enough (or too much?), and whether I can make proper use of it all. I think it’s a really important lesson to learn not to waste food, so I’m strictly going to make sure everything gets made the most of.

I’m thinking of making a trip to the local scrappy to see if they have any old empty oil drums, maybe I can even wire it over and make a little woodfire grill.

I imagine my constitution is going to take it pretty hard for the first couple of weeks (a diet with no sushi in it is very likely going to be rejected by my body!). I also notice I have no cheese….I think I will die….although I do have butter.

Anyway, wish me luck!

Keep Moving

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Above is the first thing I ever sewed. I was very young and my grandmother, who loves to make quilts, was teaching me how to sew. A couple of days ago I found it in a drawer and a lot of memories came back; I put it in a place in my room where everyone who goes in (which is nobody I guess) can see it. I hope I can hold onto it for a very long time.

Yesterday was day 1; I actually made it to all my classes (even the one at 9am) which is a miracle. They were even more boring and exhausting than I remember and I don’t think I’ve ever been surer that there is no place in law for me, especially not the legal profession.

It’s beautiful and sunny, but cold. A friend who is down from Auckland and I had coffee and a good talk. I’m pretty much dead broke because of all my car troubles recently (engine/key barrel/tyre puncture problem all in the space of a week) as well as paying back some money I owed my brother so cash is non-existent and food is really tight. Yesterday I had to go to the Student Association and ask if they could help me out, which they did (thanks so much OUSA you guys are great) and so at least I won’t be starving this week.

My mood is really meh which I’m not happy about because I’ve been so on top recently. I noticed today I was listening to a song which I think I haven’t listened too in about a year. There must be something about it when I feel a certain fear/stress emotionally.

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRP6egIEABk]

I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come out with a fail-safe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us

I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late

And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town again in my life

I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong

I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
And I hope I never get sober

And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die
I hope we both die

Unfortunately I didn’t manage to catch up with a good friend of mine in Auckland, despite our best efforts, however we talked a bit the other day and he told me about his recent interest in the philosophy of Bushido. Basically, he summarised it to me as the idea that every thing you do, you must try to do in a state of focus and awareness. It seemed to parallel the idea of mindfulness of all things, at least in my eyes. He then said, “How and what you are doing at the moment of your death will define your entire life.” I don’t this is meant to be taken literally (ie, you’d better not sit down and do nothing or you’re being a lazy shit) but prefer to apply it to the state of mind in each thing you do. If you can focus yourself on each thing around you or each thing you do, in a meditative way, you can be at inner peace through awareness and acceptance of the universe. Strive to achieve this in all things and the moment of your death will not be one which induces fear, but defines the manner in which you lived as one of tranquillity.

Moving on. I need to stay active and stay invigorated; obviously I really have to study, but I don’t want to forget how important it is to me that I keep having fun, learning new things, doing new things and being at peace. I don’t want to get beaten down and forget where I am right now. Today I will go out and enjoy the sunshine, maybe go to the beach even (cooooold). My flatmate wants to go camping, and we met some exchange students last night who seemed keen. I’m not really feeling it but I know I should jsut say yes to the opportunity so maybe I will. Except we’ll probably all freeze to death.

Talk soon. Be peaceful and mindful (I’ll try join you in that advice too).

Missing Auckland.

Missing Auckland.

The Do Something Manifesto

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Do Something.

Do something BIG.

Do something big enough to make a DIFFERENCE.

Do something big enough to make a difference that can be DEFINED and MEASURED.

Do something big enough to make a definable and measurable difference in your HEALTH, SPIRIT, FAMILY, WORK, COMMUNITY, or WORLD.

Pick one, NOW… it doesn’t matter which because to do one, is to do them all!

When you start your journey, you’re going to look outside yourself for direction, STOP , you’re going the wrong way! Look within your SPIRIT, it is the real you, it has  all the wisdom and knowledge that you will ever need…TRUST IT!

COMMIT. COMMIT. COMMIT.

When you’ve done “IT” and you will, take all the proceeds that you’ve earned- the confidence, energy, strength, and  lessons learned and GO BACK, find someone who is either stuck, lost or has given up altogether and tell them-

DO SOMETHING……

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Round Two.

E. E. Cummings

Only just discovered E.E. Cummings and he seems such an affecting writer. I like how he seems so unashamed to be consumed with writing about the feelings he thinks are important, which other’s might consider to be trivial. They mean the world to him and thus, they mean the world.

Arrived back in Dunedin today; the plane was full of students, I was fast asleep the whole time.

4 degrees Celsius, so not too bad! (heh). A friend of mine was picking up his sister on the same flight so I managed to get a ride with him. We stepped outside the terminal and it started hailing on us. Literally, that very second, it started hailing. Lovely.

This is the eve of the new semester, which means I have class at 9am tomorrow. It feels unreal being back, and knowing that I really need to be disciplined and work hard from here on. I hope it won’t get me down, especially while I’m very happy; this particular year of law has a reputation for bashing students over the head relentlessly.

I realised the other day that after this year I actually only have two years left of university, which isn’t soo bad. Hopefully I’ll be able to get my exchange next year; I’m very excited for it. My dad drove me to the airport today and he said a few things which I really appreciated. Basically, he didn’t say that I should be a lawyer, but encouraged me to finish the law degree as a personal achievement in my life, and as a source of confidence, regardless of what thing(s) I do once I’m finished studying. It was a pleasant change from my mother’s constant belligerence telling me I should be a lawyer.

Sophie sent me an email the other day which contained a beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran…

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Worthy; speaking of poetry, I need to start working on something for the August competition. I can submit up to three poems.

I had a really wonderful day today, although I am sad I had to leave Auckland. I went back to the illusory maze with somebody else; we walked from my house to the CBD and it was gorgeous and sunny. Of course, me being me, we ended up at the Chocolate Boutique because I needed my frappe-fix…. Dear Aucklanders, the Chocolate Boutique is really average, and bad for chocolate. Just warning you. Good view though; we sat out the back.

I had a great time, very cool conversation with somebody totally new. Allowed me to indulge my theory that the world is owned by an ultra rich, faceless ruling class who manipulate people from a young age through vast use of media and social structure in order to shape society to remain semi-conscious to the fact they live in an elaborate vassalage. And also about how facebook only creates an illusion of connectivity in an increasingly disconnected society. I think I may have ranted slightly….

But yeah, I had to go back to Dunedin soon after, which is sad. I don’t dislike it the way I used to; actually, I’m quite positive thinking of what I hope to achieve with the rest of the year. Having said that, I think I’ll definitely make more trips home this semester, if possible. Listening to Fairytale of New York really doesn’t help when you miss someone, I’ve decided.

Hope you are all calm and peaceful and without worries.

PS here’s too neat tracks I’ve picked up in the last couple of days.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0W12_wR9fck

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcsCdNRjK1o

Judge Not Today.

Around a year and a half ago, I heard Deepak Chopra for the first time. I can’t say I was ever completely taken by everything he said, but there were parts which I thought had real value. Particularly, his spiritual idea of overcoming the need to judge was something which I had not realised the importance of before.
For the last year and a half I’ve worked very hard to make the maxim “Judge Not Today” an key one in my life. Ultimately, living to this ideal isn’t easy; I know I lapse back into judgement still, but in the past few weeks I’ve tried concertedly to be totally at peace from the need to judge.

What I learned is that, as long as we judge others, we can never be at peace with ourselves, because we create a rift between ourselves and the people around us. Judging is an inherently alienating process; it forces a conflict in which our ways are inherently right and somebody else’s are inherently wrong.

I noticed a few years ago that I was becoming increasingly negative and judgemental. Very quickly, these petty judgements on the way somebody looks or dresses or speaks or thinks become important in how you value other people in comparison to yourself. If you let it, this pattern of judgement will seep into and dominate you. Towards the end of my teenage years, I realised I was increasingly becoming a person who would instantly see the worst in people, and who would be closed minded and closed off to my own silliness.

I believe we should all have a determination now to be a people of positivity, for whom each person and opportunity is accepted and considered equally, and it’s almost as though a weight has been removed off me every day. One great benefit of not judging seems to me that I don’t judge myself the same way either, which is fantastic, nor do I feel the need to justify myself or appeal to others. Maybe this is all just an elaborate philosophy to allow myself to wear whatever I want, be silly and take nothing seriously 🙂

Anyway, still enjoying my week in Auckland although the weather is a bit meh now. Caught up with a friend last night and also met a bunch of new people, including one guy who was very cool; turns out he is a huge film buff, as well as writer, and just seemed an pretty cool guy. Went dancing in town though it was really quiet, but I’m checking out this Latin club in town tonight and hoping to dance some salsa. Scary, I’ve never been by myself! I think I’ll probably be missing my dance partner quite a lot.

The Oydssey Maze I spoke about a few days ago was very cool; lots of strange rooms with exciting use of lights and dark and mirror and texture. I really enjoyed it, and it really seemed like something that would be a lot of fun do myself in the future (who knows how though). If you’re in or around Auckland then you should definitely go see it; admission was $15 for a student and we were inside for around 45 mins at least. You’ll have a good time.

You need to be inside to fully appreciate it.

Regarding emotional stuff, I believe feelings only fade if you want them too, or if you let them. I don’t think there is a general rule that being apart will make you care less; so long as you want the person to remain important in your life, you’ll find away. Probably just corroborating to myself and saying what I want to hear though.

Just listening to this right now. “Be mindful of yourself without judging yourself.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RvtDFfLFIk

Back Home.

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It feels like a long time since I’ve been here; in fact, I almost think I was avoiding Auckland a little bit.

The weather is beautiful and warm, such a welcome change from what’s been happening down south. Really, I’m having a very good time, and am very happy. Maybe it sounds like I’m trying to convince myself I’m happy, but no, I really am. Lots of friends have been calling and wanting to see me, and being very excited which is great; I’ve usually found Auckland pretty lonely since I moved away.

Went to a party last night which was nice, and some of us ended up back at my place for a drink. Met some cool people, but I have to say, I feel a totally different person to who I was when I lived here, and subsequently my old friends are very different to me now. I feel so much more open minded and accepting than I used to be, and also so much more confident in myself. I feel I have nothing to prove and no need to justify myself to anybody. It’s funny, probably every person in the room has their shit together more than me, but I felt like the only one who was truly myself and accepting of everything and everyone around me. I also really feel no fear about the future; I know it’s a mystery and I’m lost but I have no fear of failure because I view my life as something to be lived, not a means to an end.

Murphy’s law, there’s an inundation of girls who want to get together, but I really just don’t feel interested at all. My mind is still with somebody else, and I still feel that I belong to somebody else at the moment; it will fade I’m sure, but that makes me sad, too. Also, I’m just totally not into the girls up here, generally. I feel like I’ve been with somebody so totally different to these people; a girl who never wore make-up, never brushed her hair, scarcely showered, wore whatever she could find on the floor that day, and was unbelievably beautiful to me. We were the same, whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing! Having said that, it’s great to keep in touch as friends.

But anyway, enough about trivial things like that. A couple of friends and I are going to this thing tonight called the Odyssey Maze (http://odysseysensorymaze.co.nz/) which looks like it might be very cool. I love trippy/creepy things.

Walked in the beautiful sunshine for most of the day, found myself dancing in the street a lot which was great. Really….I’ve had a fucking good day. I think I needed one.

Listening to this allllll day, hope you enjoy!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEYM2iCQ6yA

2-Minute Musings.

“…energy surrounds us and binds us. Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter. You must feel the Force around you; here, between you, me, the tree, the rock, everywhere, yes. Even between the land and the ship.”

Yoda is 2.5 feet tall, a goblin/alien hybrid, fictional and smarter than you or I.

I had a small moment of clarity before in which I made a connection and figured out a way to articulate something which has been banging around inside for months.

I remember reading King Lear when I was younger and taking note of the biblical reference from Mark 3:24. “If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.” I’m not religious at all, but I believe this is a truth which transcends belief. There is no thing which can survive conflict with itself, at a small or large scale. When human brains fall to ruin, so often there is an internal conflict. Sadness and depression so often seem to come from fighting with what you want and what you are. Cancer is, ultimately, the inevitable and natural mutation of our body as it turns on itself.

We are not owners of the Earth, we are members of it. The Earth itself is an organism, and all life upon it is inexorably part of that organism; we are all equal and we are all universally linked.

As human beings, we can no longer live so oblivious to this truism. We are not masters of the Earth, we are only a part of it. As long as we abuse and exploit the Earth itself and the other organisms (just like us), we continue to turn the Earth upon itself.

Inevitably, a quick google search revealed that somebody far smarter than I had sad all this far more concisely…

Tight.

An organism at war with itself is doomed. HUMAN RACE! Stop seeing yourself as superior to the things around you; there is no excuse for slaughter and slavery, regardless of sex, race, colour or species.

‘Until he extends his circle of compassion to include all living things, man will not himself find peace.” – Albert Schweitzer

I’ve not always been aware of this, but now I am, and I hope you all will be too.

Going South.

Bluff, NZ.

Bluff, NZ.

Finally I’ve reached the very bottom of New Zealand (I lie, not quite the bottom, but close enough…)

Myself and two friends met in Invercargill at a quirky little backpackers know as Sparky’s. Decorated with the most bizarre asortment of trinkets and knick-knacks, I quickly became suspicious as to where the owner’s nickname as “Sparky” had originated form. Between his love of the notorious weed-hotspot Byron Bay, his vacant expression, collection of exotic paraphernalia, and general paranoia with everything, I formulated some idea. Whilst he seemed mostly kind and harmless, after a few days I decided things were getting weird; his belief that 9-11 was an inside job by the US Government was one thing, but threatening to kick me out for cracking my knuckles was a bit much.

The place itself was very cool and cute, with only a few rooms and a really fun vibe; it even had a spa pool out the back which was heaven in the Invercargill cold. Now that I’m writing about it, we really didn’t get up to much, but it was a good time nonetheless; played cards, drank coffee, baked cakes, got drunk in the spa. All good things.

Sparky's Lounge.

Sparky’s Lounge.

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Bedroom.

The trip to Bluff was…meh. Really, there’s very little there, and it was little more than a novelty. Still, it’s a cool thing to have done and I’m glad I had the opportunity to travel that far south. We found a really cool beach near Invercargill and endured a midwinter swim in the freezing water which was near fatal to my toes, but a welcome shock to the senses.

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A tire puncture cut the Catlins trip pretty short, so I’ll definitely have to go back some time to see more. Still, it seemed sublime, and I’m glad we got there long enough to wet my appetite for more.

So, back in Dunedin, but only temporary, tomorrow I fly home to Auckland for the first time in ages. Recently returned from Wellington with my (then) girlfriend as a goodbye trip before she went home to France, so quite a bit of moving around recently. The Wellington trip was bitter-sweet; I miss her but that’s okay, I’m still happy! We cut a pretty sorry sight crying on each other’s shoulders at the airport.

A bientot.

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