Back to Basics

Back to the flat and back to having no Internet.

And also no longer a flat mate, or stable ground...

But back to having my life back again. Or at least starting to.

It's Just Not Fair

I know, I know, "it's not fair" is the international catch cry of moping teenagers the world over. But in this case I think it is a little justified. Christchurch had just began to move of from the devastation of September the fourth - had just got to a point where people and life was functioning pretty damn close to normal when we are hit again.

And not just hit again - no, we have had enough large aftershocks in the last six month....

People are dead. People are missing. People are injured. Homes are destroyed. The centre of the city is nothing more than rubble and brick dust and blood.

They say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger - and while I don't feel particular stronger, in fact I feel weaker (but that could be with the whole over working and not eating thing) - I do feel changed. intrinsically changed. A loss of innocence that strikes right down to the core. And I may have said that last time, this time it seems far more profound, far more intrusive and far further reaching.

It will be interesting to see how people around me (and myself) evolve as a result of this disaster.

Enough is enough now Mother Nature. Christchurch has had everything thrown at it now. 2011 was supposed to be a better year.

Moving On and Up in the World

Moving day tomorrow.

I'm excited. I'm sure everyone around me is sick of hearing about it but tough. It will be absolutely fantastic - less of a commute, less traffic, time finally to myself again... defiantly looking forward to it.

And who knows - maybe not having Internet for a few weeks will do me some good too....

Baking Outside of the Workplace

Baking food is all well and good - tasty treats that are the money earner for any baker worth his or her own salt. But when the temperature outside is hot enough to cause the people to bake its a little much. Yes, I know that it gets alot hotter in other parts of the world - but I don't live in those parts now do I?

36 degrees is far far too hot for this poppit.

It is not too hot for flat hunting though. Apparently the reverse is actually true. Its actually perfect. Perfect enough to get a great little two-bedroom in a prime location for the right price.

Car and a home in three days or less - that's the way to do it. Now to aim for the trifecta and get a man in the next week. That could be pushing it a little mind you. Luck can only hang in there for so long can't it. Especially considering.....well no, lets not go there - I'm in too good a mood to even think about that one aspect of my life. Since all the other tiles are falling into place I think I can afford to have the blinkers on for that particular one. At least for a little while longer anyway.

Car and a house. So excited, so very excited. Best part is there is no hanging around to wait for possession - we can have it within the week if we so wish.

I knew this year would be better.

Outside In

Ever feel like you are watching your own life as if it was someone else's? Its a trippy feeling. It can make you extraordinarily judgmental.

I don't think its a good idea really

Motoring Along the Highway of Life

I have always claimed that growing up is optional - that we don't need to place as much emphasis on age. But there are certain things that age us slightly - rights of passage on the path to adulthood. It is the same in many different cultures the world over; various tasks and quests and journeys that the young must undertake.... sure those in the Western World are far less dangerous and dramatic but they are there all the same.

Peter Pan was always a favourite of mine growing up. The idea that we could stay young and innocent indefinitely appealed. Maybe it was just that, coming from a broken home, my own innocence was banished far to early only to be replaced by cynicism as I was forced to become independent at age seven. I have always read to escape real life after all - if you are going to loose yourself then why not do it all the way in some fantastical tale...

Unfortunately though, Tinkerbell is not real and there is no magical fairy dust to make us fly to where ever the winds take us on the way to the second star on the right. Four wheels are more customary.

And so I bought my first car. Yes, it is many years after everyone else my age, but that said - I never had any trouble getting places until the earth started shaking things up and I started working at oh-god-its-early o'clock. Regardless, I bought my first car and am incredibly excited about it. Yes, It'll get me to work where the hypocrite lives, but that is a minor inconvenience - besides, I've already decided how I'm going to deal with her.

Everyone has their pet hates and their own morals and all the bells and whistles that go along those lines. Just because one person grates against everything I am doesn't mean that I should let it get to me. Especially when I am not alone in my opinions. The workplace is full of them. And one against six is hardly good odds. As long as my own behaviour is above reproach and I keep a log of all wrong doings, the day to day trials can be viewed with a slight humour I think.

Or at least that's the theory - we shall have to test it out.

At least if it fails there is currently no car stereo to interrupt theory-plotting time...