A weird thing happened to me in a bar in Melbourne. Someone got stuck into me about living back in Christchurch and my response was anything but positive.It made me realise how much respect I have for this little broken place and how blessed we have to everything in our backyard. The summer just gone was truly the most carefree and adventure filled season I have had since I considered stubbies and school shoes mandatory daily attire.

Post-Melbourne Blues.

After a weekend like I have just had and facing a rainy day like today, one can only expect to be fighting for every inch of serotonin. What an incredible way to catch up with friends! I haven't laughed that hard... ever. Staying at Sacha's and spending time with the old girls from Suva Street really made me realise how much has changed and how much has changed in me. I can safely say that I am much more comfortable in my skin and settled away from the threat of how others perceive me. I think I more honest aboyt who I am and not trying to be the person I would like to be and fooling myself. In saying that, I struggled in big groups and found myself floundering when trying to make myself enjoy bars that you can't hear yourself think in, let alone chat. Perhaps that makes me old and cranky but I don't care. Maybe I just enjoy the finer things in life:conversation and not yelling over skanks in ill-fitting body con dresses, ticky Tanya nails, oil foundation and dreading hair extensions. Bitches be crazy. I guess it's because of this and the sheer size of the city that I didn't get to spend quite as much quality time with other friends of which I held in high priority though. It was a bit of bummer really. Too many people, too many things to do and too greater space to deal with. Hmph. What was perhaps the most interesting was that I don't have the desire to move there. Great city with some beautiful buildings and scenery but to me the vibe was just off. I have been told by so many people how much I would love the place that perhaps I had set the standards too high and ruined it for myself...? I'm not sure. I definitely prefer the feeling I get when I am in Wellington. There is something about that city that talks. Mind you, how much can you learn in five days? Not the secrets of the pavement! There is no doubt in my mind, however, that I will be returning for the eats and the adventure; I just won't have my life in tow as I expected. If only I could predict the future! NOPE, it's onwards to San Francisco and New York for me! The itch that needs to be scratched.

New York, New Yoooooooooooooork