Sunday, September 7, 2008

Lost At the Bottom Of the World

I was just walking down Queen Street, the main thoroughfare through the city center here, and I was listening to my iPod and musing about the utter perfection of it all. A few months ago, this all seemed like a ridiculous dream. Even with visa and plane tickets in hand, I still didn't believe it would happen. In fact, I don't think I really thought I would pull this off until I stepped outside the airport last night. I can't tell you the tremendous sense of satisfaction I feel that this actually materialized. About every five minutes, I grin and think to myself, "I live in New Zealand!" Every time I catch that amazing accent (which, of course, is all the time), I once again blissfully remind myself that I live in New Zealand. 

By the way, HOLY SHIT, I LIVE IN NEW ZEALAND!

Sorry.

Anyway, here's a view from my front door.


Look on and envy. 

1 comment:

amanda said...

You COULD be a friend and make out with one of those dudes with an accent for me.
Cross that line just one time, for a FRIEND...
Think about it. Then take pictures.