Change is good, right?
A sparsely-updated blog by a crazy woman with bad taste in almost everything.
A sparsely-updated blog by a crazy woman with bad taste in almost everything.
Change is good, right?
I’ve been thinking a lot about New Zealand since I came to Dublin. Memories keep bobbing to the surface of my mind when I least expect them to. I’m dreaming about situations that did or could have taken place, following conversations to what could have been their conclusion, closing my eyes and seeing myself sitting on the verandah of the hostel in Okarito as the sun went down, drinking hot chocolate in Katipo, going to McDonalds in Auckland in the middle of the night with Legoboy,…