Rotorua isn't that bad after all
Trip Start
Sep 05, 2007
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Trip End
May 01, 2008
Rotorua,
New Zealand
Saturday, March 8, 2008
I finished work on Wednesday and had my dragonboating dinner. It was a good way to say goodbye to Beca and some of the people I've worked with. I sent a general good-bye email after closing the same day. I guess I could have sent it in the morning, but I'm terrible with good-byes.
The past few days have been a bit of a drunken mess. I moved back to the Mount for the last time. I stayed in my old flat for one of the nights, and at Sarina's another night, both nights ending at a bar.
I said my good-byes, and actually made some new friends. One specifically I wish I had met earlier on in the Bay of Plenty chapter of my life. I'm very fortunate to have made the friends that I have, though, and to have spent the time that I have with them, and am sad to be leaving the Mount.
I got in one last run at the beach the other day, even catching a final wave bodysurfing. The past two days have been spent lounging around on the beach or in bed, when not "assaulting my liver".
I'm looking forwards to the next two months, though I am sure that the lack of a job to go back to will start to turn me crazy. I felt weird after my Christmas break, and that wasn't even a month. I'm curious to see how I will be when I leave New Zealand, having not worked for almost two months, the longest stint of not doing anything school or career related in over 8 years. One of the things I've learned is that happiness is career related, even when you hate your job. It gives stability to one's life. It is not surprising that the "rich and famous" are all screwed in the head, or that people tend to live longer when the don't fully retire.
Back in Rotorua. The jack-ass beside me has an annoying laugh and I'm about to strangle him with my mouse cable.
Rotorua isn't as much of a hole this time. It's possible that is the way it is because the weather is cooperating, because nothing is going wrong, or because my current hostel is not a base hostel and actually kind of nice.
I'm getting on the Kiwi Experience bus again tomorrow. I will probably never see the sands of Mount Maunganui, or a number of the most important people in my current life, again.
