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Monday, March 12, 2007

the truth about new zealand

for the past week or so, my away message has been "i'm moving to new zealand."

typically, this sort of news is kinda ridiculous -- or at least, a few years ago, it'd have been utterly impossible. but nowadays, now that i'm an adult (mm yeah..), i guess i could technically up-and-move to new zealand if i wanted to. my mom would want a damn good reason, but in reality, new zealand is as possible as ... say, ohio.

in truth, no, i'm not moving to new zealand. it's the type of message that i put up (rarely) when i want to escape life for whatever reason -- good, bad, and ugly. last year, in the midst of spring and decision-making times, i would regularly think about moving to new zealand. it's gorgeous, it's a land unexplored and far far away, and it would support my need for fresh air and aimless wandering. specifically, i used to declare that i'd be moving to a cave in new zealand, and then, nelson and i would proceed to stake claims on supposedly-unoccupied caves where we could live in peace, as hermits, with hairy toes. haha :)

anyway, in response to my away message, i actually got an amazing number of replies. a few of friends asked if they could come along, some wanted postcards, and a few ventured a question -- "really? are you really going?" i guess it really is plausible. new zealand would be pretty cool, wouldn't it?

i realized the other day that i'm still rather unsettled. for the most part, unsettled isn't a bad thing; it's part of that natural process of life (oh, philosophical thoughts), but i'm curious as to what "settled" actually feels like. would i like it? do i like suburbia? not really.

do i like california? i definitely think so. it almost hit 75 today, and the daffodils, crocuses, and tulips, which usually peek out from the depths of boston's muddy ice and snow mounds in mid-april, have already bloomed. they remain swaying in the breeze in early march, completely unaware that they're kinda early. then again, i'm still acclimating to the west coast. hello, pacific ocean.

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