I just returned in the blistering, rain-filled streets of Auckland and now having lived in 22 different parts of the city, I can safely say I hate Auckland. I am sick of the rush rush and construction concrete flying out as I have possibly just completed my Graduate Diploma in English and Drama and come to tie a few loose ends before I move somewhere, anywhere outta here. I have been Auckland’s proudest supporter as Auckland has been mine but it’s time to move.
The South Island is a different country altogether and before I went there I was toying with the idea of going to Wellington or Hamilton and working fulltime. I love relief teaching but to teach full time a bunch of thankless teenagers is not my idea of job satisfaction.
We flew into a red evening via Christchurch from Queenstown and I was deeply satisfied at my seven day trip and I will sending you bits and pieces of the travel journal through the night as I am inside graduate centre having been dropped by my cousin Gaurav Ramavat, who has drove us around South Island. I had a falling out with this particular cousin since I did not hear from him for a long, long, long time. My hostel office is closed and I am doing my last journal at the all night place which
is filled with people doing their academic shit.
Thus I am about to embark on my writing journey.