Going back to life in slow motion.

It's only now that I've begun to settle down in Wellington that I realise how relatively fast I was going over the last two months. Even though the last eight weeks travelling were by no means strenuous or particularly high paced, looking back now except for a day here or there, none of it was boring. However, now that I've put the brakes on , I feel that life is going to reacquaint me with my old friend boredom any day now.
I hadn't much or in fact any choice about settling down for a few months. The pot of money has run dry and it was this or go home. As miserable as this sounds I didn't exactly have to be dragged from the van, kicking and screaming with the road map gripped in my white knuckled hands. I am actually quite happy to just live somewhere for a while. To have somewhere to call home for a bit, to empty the bain of my life, a.k.a. my rucksack. I've never had so much joy in hanging up my clothes before, and then quickly tearing them down again and hiding the carpet with them. Now it really feels like home. It'll be nice to get to know a place, find a local....cinema! I'm not an alco people! I've also heard that the local sailing clubs are looking for crew. Maybe a bit of Wednesday night racing? You never know. Some things will however never ever change wherever I go in the world. I still HATE work! I hate the thought of work, I hate actually doing work, I even hate leaving work because the second you do you start thinking about work the next day. I am starting to wonder how in the world I am going to do it for the rest of my life?! So, on my travels around the north island I had lost count of all the "Molly Malones" Irish pubs there were littered around the place. One time I ventured into one and was unsure about which country they were trying to imitate. It could have been Argentina!!!! Really genuine. I quickly developed a loathing for franchise Irish pubs. A real patriotic loathing!....I am now a proud member of staff at the original "Molly Malones" in Wellington. "Well, hey there bonny lass, how are ya today?! Top o' the mornin to ya! Li di diddilly li di...."Please shoot me!!!" Unfortunately beggars can't be choosers and I need employment. It's not that bad, it's quite a nice bar and restaurant actually. The only thing is that about 70% of the staff there are Irish and I was getting quite used to being the only Irish person around. After all one loud, rude, cocky, alcoholic Irish person is enough for anyone to put up with, even if it is myself. Wow, being around my own crowd again made me realise that I had forgotten what rubbish we can speak sometimes! Well, we'll see how the job goes.
I'm house sharing a sweet place across the road from the beach. It's about a 10 minute drive from town but knowing that the sea is so close, just outside my window makes the commute worth while. It's my first home away from home, hopefully I won't miss the real thing this 25th too much.