Oh boy, oh boy. I am finally coming to understand why all my coastally raised friends balk when I tell them of my land-locked upbringing.
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| Luckily in NZ you are never far from mountain or ocean! |
I had been back from the great roadtrip for about three days before the yearning to go to the ocean became overwhelming. I made sure to get a solid breakfast in my belly before throwing on my winter coat and hopping onto my bike. What is this yearning! Be Still my heart!
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| What even is this?! On campus. No wonder I yearn to escape. |
I tried to bargain for a nice riverside spot that wouldn't require the daunting hour long ride, but Nay said my steadfast heart. It made a good compromise where it became still, along with my treadmill mind, only upon reaching the beach.
The constancy of the slate gray waves crashing again and again across the shores, eroding, cleaning, making noise just for the sake of making noise. I like to look out and imagine that I can telescope all the way across the pacific, to the shores of San Francisco, right into my sister's life. It's funny how a big thing like the ocean can seem so little. especially after I've been making mountains out of mole hills .
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| Mole hill? Mountain? |
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| This is one of those mountainsi was really sad to not be seeing every day. Milford sound. |
You can say I'm tapering off of vacation. I've spent a solid 20 hours perusing the intranets (perusing might not be the right word. What I'm doing is slightly more obsessive) researching just about everything motorcycle. I've loved motorized vehicles from knee high to a grasshopper. I remember begging my mom to bring me to the go kart tracks when I was 9; then looking in the newspaper for a 50 cc dirt bike when I was 12. And more recently, I had saved up $500 for a sweet little '79 Honda CB360 right after I graduated college, yet ended up with a hand crafted oak horse carriage from the farm auction instead. . I digress. I have even gone so far as to stalk the bikes at the local Yamaha dealership. And I also feel best when I pretend that my (sturdy, awesome, loveable, but not motorized) bicycle is actually an undercover motorcycle.
As you can tell, my rationalization powers are chugging away at full force. Let's just say it's between this and being a cat lady.
Other than being slave to my inner mermaid and being myopically obsessed with two wheels and a motor, I have made a very delicious roasted beet and warmed chickpea salad with feta and herbs (yum), given more henna tattoos, learned to drive on the kiwi side of the road (no metaphor), composed my own ukelele song, and learned that season 2 of orange is the new black gives me nightmares, so I have to stop it now.
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| Irish rorschach love henna |
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| I also practiced my photoshop skillz. In the future I don't have to ever go anywhere or do anything; i will just manipulate a photo to give the impression! |
I have been so blessed to receive emails from a few friends back home. All the little stories and photos are great medicine for the homesickness. I'm so grateful! Please send me little notes if anything strikes your fancy ; they're so special to me!
Xoxo
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