Continuing with my inexhaustible series of leaving New Zealand tales, I thought it would be prudent to think through what I will miss about New Zealand well in advance; this way I will be prepared for home sickness. The geeks among you will smirk at this next phrase, I call it preemptive grief caching.
Friends & Family.
All though I do not see my friends and family as much as I would like, It’s nice to know they are only a short drive, instant message or phone call away. Distance will make this harder. But perhaps it will make it INTENTS!
INSERT: Actual digital rendition of how I might look instant messaging from inside a tent.(the inside of the tent resembles a house)
Yes, I miss work. Actually I don’t really miss work but I do miss parts of it. There you go people who might be reading my writing from my old work. I miss you. I do not miss the people not reading my writing, but I am sure they miss me.
For the past two and a half years I have faithfully eaten the same breakfast with out fail.
- 3/4 Cups of whole grain oats
- 2 Cups of water
- Artificial Sweetener
- 2/3rds of a cup of fruit
- 2 table spoons of sultanas
heat till porridge then serve with
- 3 scoops of protein powder and water.
This has served me well. It is interesting to note that the humble Roman Legionaire marched on porridge for breakfast.
I expect we will find something equally as satisfying depending on what country we are in but it will be weird all the same.
I listen to a fair swag of radio. Listening to the radio is comforting. If you learn a radio station well enough, you can hear a familiar voice any time of the day. I recommend
The Moro gold proves that it is possible to transcend the trappings of mortality. Never has evolution provided such a delightful morsel and they can be found everywhere in New Zealand.
I am actually quite a fan of the English language but we will not be able to take English for granted. I have never been very good at charades or drawing either so it could be an interesting time.
I have always had a healthy internet addition miss managed by my frazzled dopamine receptors. Chin up however, no net means more time to do stuff!
What I hope to not miss
After one of the best summers on record. It is certain that we are suffering one of the wettest winters. It has not rained like this since the last time I moved house. It may be prudent to make my next formal home in a rain strapped continent. I am thinking Mars.
Talk back Radio
Sometimes when I feel blue I delve into talk back radio just to remind myself things could be worse. I could be calling talk back radio to share my ill informed opinion on things I have no experience of. I could even be a zombie host, tethered to a microphone and traipsed out every morning with a list of niggles to canvas.
Let it be duly noted that I love being the host of this page on the internet sharing my ill informed opinion on all manner of things.
Did you hear that?
I think the weekend just landed. Good bye!