Moving, Again

23 February 2008

On Tuesday I am once again packing my life into boxes and moving cities. This time, Auckland. Again, I am taking Goblin. The movers will come and take my life’s possessions (although I have managed to collect more possessions in the two years I’ve been back in Wellington than the five years I was overseas) and then Gobbles and I will catch a plane. She is such a seasoned traveller. People often remark that she has lived in more cities and countries than most humans. This is true.

In a week’s time I start my new job at a software company in Ponsonby. I will have moved into my new flat in Grey Lynn. The wankicity of having purchased a brand new Vespa with an Italian-designed Momo helmet in 2006 will be realised when I then scoot over to my boyfriend’s house, to Richmond Road Cafe, to the supermarket, to the video store on Ponsonby Road.

In a week’s time, I will already be missing my sister and her children (6 and 5-months, both absolutely adorable) and her daily phone calls to me at work that always start with her saying, “Hi. It’s me. What are you doing?” and me replying, “Working!” will cease as these will now be toll calls. I will miss having weeknightly dinners with my flatmates in front of 72” of Shortland Street. I will miss games nights with Jake and Carly, because they are silly and make me laugh lots. I will miss chin-stroking at gigs with Cole. I will miss the good days in Wellington, where the saying goes that you can’t beat it.

This aside, I am also really quite excited. I love going to new places, especially places where I don’t know every second person and their cousin I went to school with. I am looking forward to not having quite as aching joints in winter (yes, I really am getting old), I am looking forward to rain that doesn’t fall sideways, I am looking forward to the thousands of new cafes and restaurants I get to experience. And I am most definitely looking forward to having a boyfriend I see more than once every fortnight.

I will never be Just Another Fucking Aucklander, as they say. I will always be from Wellington, and Wellington will always be my home, a place I know like the back of my hand. But Auckland will soon be my sixth home, after Wellington, Austin, Houston, Manchester, and Antwerp. And I’ll definitely continue to make it south of the Bombay Hills and beyond.



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