thoughts

I have been reading a lot of articles recently about Wellington, its livability, and its future. Probably because I read the Spinoff constantly and they recently published a series about the Wellington Unitary plan. And to be honest, despite many of the articles extolling the amazing virtues of Wellington and how all the haters have gotten it wrong, I think Wellington is a pretty average place to live and has lost much of the charm it may have had.  Now don't get me wrong, I lived in Wellington for four years. I did like it to an extent. At one point I liked it so much that I bought a house there. Obviously that changed, as I no longer live in Wellington (but begrudgingly still own the house), and I think some of the reasons I felt the pull to leave are realities that demonstrate why Wellington isn't all that some people crack it up to be.   When I moved to Wellington it had a reputation of being artistic and cool. Many of my friends said I suited Wellington. And certainl...

I published this post on 28 October 2019 at 12:30am and then archived it shortly after because I hated it. I no longer hate this post, but it's probably not my best writing. I have edited it a bit though because why not. This post (as the title suggests) was supposed to be the beginning in a series reflecting on my time in Japan. Then COVID happened and I kind of... forgot. But I want to do more writing so why not bring some of these bodies out from the graveyard.  Imagine being born. Kicking, screaming. Totally unexpected. You wanted this, but then it happens and then it’s just terrifying. You want to be back in the warm comforts of home. Welcome, to moving to a different country by yourself. It’s been 2 months now since I moved back from Japan. I am healing from my experience. I am coming to reflect and appreciate the time I spent in Japan. No-one ever tells you how difficult moving countries is. But it was hard. So. Fucking. Hard. Here is what it was like in the beginning, over...