08.30.2010 - 08.31.2010 0 °F
As I sit here in Christchurch, eight months after my arrival to New Zealand, I am contemplating the 36 hours of planes, trains and automobiles (city buses and super shuttle in my case) which lies ahead bringing me full circle back to San Francisco. I actually attempted to book in at the same hostel I stayed in when I first arrived. I felt there was something poetic about that. Luckily, the Dorset House was able to pull me out of my reverie when I was informed no rooms were available. But, I did get the next best pick. The Celtic Backpackers located on Dublin Street. It was the street I first walked down in the early morning hours when I was wandering around map-less, cellphone-less and clueless about my whereabouts in a foreign city. My stride felt much more confident the second time around.
But, returning home has allowed me the chance for some reflection of my time abroad. And in that reflection, I very quickly came to the realization that I’m not quite ready to return to “the real world.” For all of its merits (steady income, disposable income, family, friends, etc) I’m still enjoying a slightly more unconventional approach for the time being. However, this is not to say I’m not excited about my two week trip to the good ol’ US of A. I have compiled my top ten list of things I’m most looking forward to in rank order:
1. Giving the biggest, longest hug to my nieces and nephew (will probably last about 5 seconds, but for a 1, 3 and 4 year old, that’s not too shabby.
2. Seeing my family and friends
3. The look of shock on my sister’s face when I knock on her door to announce my arrival
4. Fage non-fat greek yogurt
5. A blue barn salad
7. Food in SF (pretty much anything. I figured I should cut short the individual items since it could easily consume my top 10 list.)
8. Seeing the golden gate bridge
9. Not having to attend Club Book! via skype
10. Driving on the right side of the road
11. Not having to pay for internet by the megabyte (sorry, had to add in one more. One bad thing I will say about New Zealand is they are seriously behind the times in telecommunications. Seriously, 80 cents/minute to make a domestic call?! Eek. Don’t get me started. I might have to make a separate blog post to air my extreme hatred of their antiquated communication infrastructure. Okay, rant over.)
So as I now sit at the Sydney airport, the countdown is really on. About fifteen hours from home soil and I’m keeping my fingers crossed for “Indian Summer” weather.