notes from the road

It’s official, I’m a liar. Liar, liar, pants on fire, hanging from the shreds of what integrity I have left.

See, the truth of the matter is that I need money, which means I need a job. And here in the situation gets a wee bit tricky. I have 2 weeks before my flight to Auckland, which is the commencement of 6-7 weeks of solid traveling and spending money.

Places won’t hire you unless you are willing to stay for 2-3 months. Hmmmm. So I’m about 10 weeks short of being an honest person.

While it’s easy to joke about this, I actually do feel torn and conflicted, while the turmoil keeps me up at night and I sometimes find myself crying all alone in the dark. Well, OK, maybe that’s not completely truthful. Jeez, this lying thing is getting easier and easier to do.

NELSON

Picton – 5,000 people.
Nelson – 50,000 people.

I think I like it here because I’m a sucker for streets lined with hanging flower baskets and trees with white twinkle lights. Although I could find that in some suburbs of Cleveland, so what I’m doing halfway around the world, I’m not so sure.

Although, I’ll tell you what – if I didn’t need money and I didn’t have this desire to keep seeing new places, I would head back to Picton in a heartbeat. I’d stay with the crazy German boys and our awesome Irish manager Jilian, hanging out in a hostel that only has about 10 – 20 guests (vs 50 – 60 at most hostels) and turns the lights off at night to light candles. It’s chill and it feels like home; it’s the only place over here so far where I’ve felt connected and been around people who I can talk to and goof around with like I do back in good old Ohio. Awwww.wwwwwwwwww : )