My journey to Melbourne actually started last Friday. After days of sorting all the stuff in my flat into piles and boxes, I squashed it all into my rental car on Friday morning, and set off on the only fine day of the week to drive up from Wellington to Hamilton for my final weekend in NZ.
It was really nice to be in the driver’s seat again (both literally and metaphorically); Read more
The past fortnight I haven’t managed to sleep through the night; waking up to start my day at 3.14am, 4.46am, 5.02am; it has got a little better now in my final couple of days before I leave, or maybe I have just got better at the early starts. I am so calm during the day. I am still focussed on finishing out my projects at work.
However at night when my subconscious rises to take control, I am pretty sure I have been spending my sleeping hours in a chaotic kaleidoscope of thoughts: the logistics of travelling three-quarters Read more
Zealandia is up another big hill from me (shock, horror), which to be fair as hardly surprising since I live on reclaimed land minutes from Wellington harbour, and with these earthquakes, is probably getting closer and closer every day.
Zealandia is 622 acres of fenced bush reserve only 3km from the top of the cable car. It’s in the former Wellington reservoir gully – used before they realised the gully runs down a faultline, which is not really the best idea for your city water supply.
The sanctuary is fenced like Jurassic Park with a special purpose built fence Read more
Last weekend after brunch at the Backbencher, a gastropub across the from the Beehive, friends and I headed over to take the tour through New Zealand’s parliamentary buildings.
The Beehive is the common name for the Executive Wing of the New Zealand Parliament Buildings, located at the corner of Molesworth Street and Lambton Quay, Wellington. Bet you can’t guess why it’s called the Beehive. 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