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HI. Updates:

-I spoke to a lovely little man at Canterbury the other day, he took one look at my transcript and said: "You have terrific grades, you should have no problem getting in." Stellar.

-Tom and I are currently working on our visa application, it's going really well and should hopefully be easy to complete.

-I'm currently looking for a job at a hostel or hotel.

-I have my first of three sessions with a trainer tomorrow (YAY. Thanks, Tom).


Now that that's out of the way. Hi. How are you. Hello.




I've been having a bit of a rough go of it lately, if I'm honest. I'm feeling a bit isolated and highly homesickly. I love everyone here, I've just had a real strong hunger for home and all of its components this week. I miss walking through the old neighborhood, I miss trips to SF and wandering around Oakland and Berkeley, etc. I miss the way the light hits the house at dusk. I miss knowing where everything is and just knowing what everything means and where everyone is supposed to be. I miss the natural order of things.

Oh, well. The journey continues.

Ahh!!!

Hey everyone! I'm FINALLY updating my blog, sorry tortured masses. I've been in God's Own Country for two weeks now, and I'm having a hell of a time. I feel as if I've been sucked up by some sort of lovely little time-warpy suction tube and landed in an oddly futuristic 1960's-era England or something. NZ is the perfect mix of rural and urban, it's really unlike anything I've ever experienced.

Some differences I've noticed so far:

1) Everything is SO SLOW here. Just, everything. People saunter down the streets, restaurants (mainly cafe's here) give you your food whenever they feel like it and people live less strenuous and time-crunchy lives.

2) People from the south and Asian-New Zealanders are VERY hard to understand (sorry, Lois!)

3) The women of Christchurch are very fashionable, favoring opaque tights with cute wee dresses and leather jackets. They also LOVE boots, which is a bit outdated (I participated in the first boot-revival of 2004).

4) The people could not care less about me being from America/ my accent. Nobody has asked me about it yet. In America, if you have an accent, you're pretty much the only person anyone wants to talk to.

5) THE ROADS. Oh my GOD. They're so skinny, and everything is all wonky and wrong-sided. My life has flashed before my eyes on a number of occasions as Tom whizzes into the lanes that I forget aren't inhabited by oncoming traffic.


Also, Tom's family RULES. I could not be happier with them, and I seem to fit in quite well which is excellent and comforting and all that. We hang out each night and eat dinner and drink wine together and it could just not be more perfect. One of the signs they made for me is posted above.

Come Monday, my job and school search commences. Time to see about making a life for myself here.

Also also, I'm going to try to update at least once a week from now on!


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