12.03.2010 - 12.17.2010
After Juan and I returned home, I didn’t have a job, so much of the last two weeks in New Zealand were spent doing what I do best: sleeping! No one ever called me rip van winkle for nothing. The effects of a five week road trip and waking up to the sun in a tent at 6 am every morning caught up with me. I’m telling you, it’s a very stressful life I’ve been leading. Other than that, I oversaw the repairs of my car by juan, stalked the auction site it was listed on, did some holiday baking, hassled my previous employers for my holiday pay, luxuriated in the 18 hours of daylight, lamented that I’ve put in the hard yards through winter and am now leaving at the best time of the year, tended to our little garden and said lots of goodbyes.
It seems my time in New Zealand has truly gone by in a blink. It feels like just yesterday I was sitting on a plane from San Francisco heading out on adventures unknown. And since that time, I’ve had so many new experiences and met so many wonderful people for which I am eternally grateful. I will return home to San Francisco in a similar state to the one I left: unsure about what the future holds and how it will all turn out, but excited to see what happens. Whether that means remaining in San Francisco, returning to New Zealand or possibly traveling elsewhere, time will tell. However, here is one thing I’ve figured out for certain while I was away.
• New Zealand lamb is the best lamb in the world. No joke. Buy lots.
Oh, and I’ve made several mentions of the dilapidated house I’ve been living in for the past nine months and I decided I simply could not leave Invercargill without giving all of my loyal readers (I think we’re now up to two. Whoop whoop!) a little peak of the beauty. As a side note so as not to confuse anyone, the intention for this house is to be torn down and have several townhouses built on the lot. So, to answer a possible question in your minds, no this is not Juan’s dream home. Enjoy!