
They have a saying in Oz, "Never chase a 'roo into a desert-fox hole without leaving a trail of vegemite to follow on your way out". Basically it means you shouldn't induldge in something good for too long without considering what might happen to you down the road. I feel like I've had a really great trip. I've gotten drunk pretty much every night except 3 times adn I've got to see a lot of places that I've wanted to see for a long time. I've made some lifelong friends and some great business contacts for when I'm finished my thesis to get in touch with when I'm on the market. Best of all I've been exposed to some new sports and I've been exposed to another culture that inriches my knowledge of my culture. I've also got a killer tan:)!!
But I'm glad that I'm leaving now, it's time to come home. It feels like I've been gone for months so it's hard to believe taht it's only been 29 days. Seems only appropriate that the length of my trip equals that of the days in a leap year February - since just like that quadrennial correction, this trip feels as if it has provided a slight check to my design, if you will. Today for me is your tomorrow, and technically I'm already home (you should hear a Kiwi pronounce 'technically', it's a riot). It's as if I've been given a discount of 17 hours, a bona fide coupon, as it were, or is, or whatever - that is to say, in my opinion, upon arrival at PET International Airport I will be in possession of a redeemable voucher for 17 hours saved during travel, that I can choose to spend as I see fit. The whole notion is dizzying to consider, since, by definition, the time I decide upon will then be retroactively awarded to me. That is to say, I could pick up heroin for the day, if I saw fit - and so long as I cleaned up within 17 hrs, the whole thing could be written off, so to speak. Which is not to say that I would dream of wasting this gift on something so sordid, so indolent, so weak - just that it is my privilege to do so, if I see fit.
So that's all for me for now - I've had a great trip here and I cant wait to come back. But I'd be lying if I said I wasnt' tired of keeping up this blog. It's been great, but it's tough too. Let's just say I'll be glad when I can tell everyone about my trip face to face, rather than over the internet.
Conor
No comments:
Post a Comment