So I'm back in Nelson for summer, aka. where I grew up and spent the year pretending it wasn't the tiniest most rural city in existence. In all honesty I never really quite realized just how small and unimportant the town is, not that it makes it any less pleasant, it just really doesn't have a lot going on. Realized that in the plane flying into Nelson from Wellington, which itself is a very small city, but regardless it dwarfs Nelson. As a result of this revelation and I've subsequently finally understood that I am in fact a small town boy which helps me to understand the bizarre cravings I often get where I just want to be out in the country or in the wilderness or something. The best thing about being home so far has been able to go for wee runs and walks up the hills around the region where not a soul's in sight and I can sing along to my iPod as I run, which I always makes a run go faster. (though I have been caught out by people around blind corners and stuff which is never embarrassing at all).
I was under the impression my work would dish up some decent hours after being an employee for almost three years and having worked all of the worst public holiday hours, sacrificing family time and have made myself available for whenever I'd have been needed, but alas it has gone unrecognized and now when I really need work ($170 a week rent next year anyone?!) I can't get it which is truly unhelpful. Hopefully the tides will turn and I'll be able to scoop up some soon, but it's currently looking as if I'll have to go on a job hunt which in a small town like this with highschool having mostly finished and university having finished over a month ago for many, things aren't looking too hopeful. Will just have to cling in there!
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