Month: October 2009
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Not Quite Spring, Not Quite Saturday
You thought, somehow, that when you got back to Wellington it would be warm, like spring, or spring-like in nature, and that you would be able to wear some of your adorable new mass-produced American clothes. You have been able to, actually, now that you think about it you’ve been wearing those clothes all week:…
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The First Holiday
I’m pretty well over my jet lag, now, thanks for asking, and I have very much enjoyed my long Labour Weekend back in Wellington, after only 24 hours in transit from Miami the other day. I’ve clicked right into being here, after the initial weirdness and when people have asked me how it was being…
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Short Duration
I meant to go for a beach walk today but the tide was too high and the sand was trashy with sargassum and the wind was too windy. I spent the rest of the day shopping with my mom, eating Sir Pizza, petting the cats and packing for my flight back to New Zealand tomorrow.…
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As Long As I Stay
My sister’s wedding was a lot of fun. Her friend made the wedding cake (with an alleged thirty-two pounds of frosting), his brother did all the food, I wore my pinkest and fluffiest dress with my matching pink flip-flops, and we took a walk to the beach as the sun went down, dodging jellyfish as…
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Home Again
I’m just waiting for my yoga pants to come out of the dryer and I’ll be all packed up—my huge orange suitcase is only half full (including presents!) because I plan to do a lot of shopping while I’m in the States. My flatmate got me a carrot cake to have after dinner tonight and…
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Up To Speed
Ten years ago: I moved to Seattle from Southern California to start my master’s in social work degree, laboring under rather severe delusions of desiring to change the world, or something. I lived in a basement room in a funny little neighborhood (down the street from Thai of Wedgwood and Grateful Bread in a house…
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Or Something
It goes like this: early alarm, head under the pillow, quick shower where I forget to shave my legs again. Down the stairs, down the street, onto the bus, and eight hours in the office: scribbling on Post-Its, staring at the computer, going to meeting, getting a third cup of tea. Bus again, at least…