Melbourne is pretty much the same as I left it – with the exception of a 3 new Prime Minister’s in the last 6 months, a couple of new inner city alleyways have been created, Vietnamese springroll lunch bars have sprung up in the city (see what I did there) and petrol has gone up 20c/litre.
Driving into the city from the airport felt weird. Read more
Leaving Melbourne, in the end, was remarkably easy. You just get on the plane and don’t think about the fact you don’t know when you will return to live there.
You turn your headphones up so you only exist in your own headspace, and lean your head on the window molding as it’s the first time in 2 weeks that you can sit down for 3 straight hours without needing to organise anything.
You fly over dusty red soils and scrabbly stick trees, the varying blues of the Tasman and then over the yellow tinged green hills of the Auckland coast and you know that you are home. Read more
So weird.You think you know what you are doing and then an opportunity comes along to tempt you to change your plans.
As I have mentioned, I will be spending a year volunteering in Mexico come April (or more to the point, May, by the time I have gallivanted around Europe). And people volunteering don’t earn money. Therefore such people tend to go into a pre-departure money related melt down and sign themselves up for market research and become truly miserly (bringing lunch to work every day, eating their way through their cupboards, even if it means the salt and pepper calamari in the freezer that has frozen into a calamari ice floe) in their efforts to save as much as possible before the departure date. Read more