Fush and Chups, Bro

I’ve been a bad writer lately, or maybe I’ve just been living in the spirit of procrastination. Something always seems to jump up and grab my attention away from putting my thoughts and adventures on paper. So I guess this morning is as good as any to break the cycle and document some history.

Two days ago the weather turned cold. The season is a changin’. If fall is this cold, then I’m afraid my poor Texan heart won’t be able to make it through winter. Stock up on your thermals, folks. At the moment, the mountains outside my window are sprinkled with snow that looks like powdered sugar. The sky is cloudy, making the lake a steely, blue-gray hue. Even when the weather is less than perfect, the view from my window still is.

It’s been so long since I’ve written on here, I’m not sure where to begin, so I guess there’s no time like the present. As of last week, I work at a little restaurant on the lake called Botswana Butchery. It is Oh So Posh. I work as a bartender slinging cocktails and $700 bottles of champagne to the rich folk. At the end of the night my hands are sore from polishing crystal wine glasses, but it’s a good sore.

I almost did run home last month. I decided that I would go ahead and use my ticket: February 8, Auckland to DFW. I spent two weeks saying goodbye to Queenstown and seeing all the things I wanted to before leaving forever. And then, reality smacked me across the face. I would be leaving paradise to go back home to a recession economy.

The main reason I wanted to leave here is the lack of jobs in my field of study: advertising. BUT, no Dallas advertising agencies are hiring junior copywriters in the current economic situation. Imagining myself waiting or bartending in Dallas, when I could be doing the same thing here, was just a little too much to face. SO! I stayed!

This was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, besides coming over here in the first place. I actually like my job. I love my flat and my flatmates. And, looking out my window is the equivalent to doing two hours of yoga. I can have a stressful evening and then wake up in the morning and look out my window, and think, ‘Hey, no matter what’s going on, I still live here, and I still get to look at this.’