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So first off, I 'd like to say, "Hello, World. I am OK."

I found a flat with a room of my own. And the view. Oh Dear Lord, the view. My floor-to-ceiling living room windows look directly out onto Lake Wakatipu with Walter Peak and The Remarklables mountain range on the other side. I pretty much spend my days off sitting here watching the sunlight change on the mountains. It never gets boring. I live in an area called Fern Hill. This means I have to walk down a big ass hill to get to work in the morning and up a big ass hill to get home in the afternoon. Fortunately a couple of my coworkers live in the same area and have cars. Man, cars are so awesome. You never realize how fun it is to ride in a car until you haven't for a couple months. I got really excited yesterday to just come along to drop my roommates off at a dinner party with my other roomie because I'd get to ride in the car. There was really no reason for me to go. This sometimes makes me feel like a golden retriever with my head out the window and gums flapping in the breeze.

Walking isn't so bad, though. Especially when you get to walk past a postcard everyday. Sometimes it's a little ridiculous how beautiful this place is. And then I get to work and pick up some rich people's towels that they throw all over the floor or I pay $4 for a bag of spinach and realize that this beauty does come at a price. I guess everything evens out in the end. The walking has given me something I've never had in my twenty-two years of existence: muscles. Like, ones on my body. I have some on my arms and some huge ones on my legs. Who'da thunk...

My roommates are really, really cool. That was a dumb sentence, but it's true. Jane and Dave are the owners of the flat. Jane waits at a restaurant in town and Dave works a couple towns over as a chef, but he's opening a body piercing studio soon. And you know what that means! Half-price nipple rings! Dreams really do come true...
My other roommate is Michelle. Michelle is Irish and is looking for a job. I like listening to her talk. She teaches me new words for things daily. A closet/cabinet= a "press". The trunk of the car = the "boot". In the evenings we all sit around and take the piss out of eachother (That's another Irish/English/Kiwi term for joking around.)and watch TV. They're all really nice people and I don't mind having to walk up a big ass hill to live with them in their awesome flat with their great music collection.

My job is getting a little easier. Well, kind of. I think I know what I'm doing now, or I'm giving the impression that I know, so the bitchy girls I work with are not up my ass constantly. Now they're only up my ass occasionally. Gotta take those wins where you can. Also, I've learned how to use the espresso machine, which makes me feel rather fancy.

We don't have wireless internets at home yet, so my internet time has been severely downgraded. In a couple weeks I will post some pictures of the flat and things. Congratulations if you read all of this. I applaud your perserverance and your literacy.