Diagnosed by my Mum...

Since I arrived in Wales 2 months ago, I have had a lot of trouble focusing, working, and sleeping. My mind is going a million miles an hour about this that and the other, and everything in between. At first I thought I was just tired, but things didn't change even when I worked hard at getting enough sleep. I went to the Doctor, who annoyingly told me I was anxious so I couldn't sleep, and tired so I couldn't focus. She prescribed me sleeping tablets, and said if that didn't fix everything then to come back and she would put me on anti-depressants. Even though I wasn't depressed, she was convinced I was anxious about something.

Not impressed - I'm not anxious! I just can't stop thinking! I'm thinking about all these new and exciting things that are happening in my life, and are going to be happening in the future! Then Mum pointed out something really obvious. I am super excited. Overexcited even. As in the hyperactive type child kind. At 23, that's me :D ... I'm currently working with more exercise, healthy diet, check lists, chamomile/peppermint/licorice root sleeping tea, relaxing hot showers, light reading, calming music, and relaxation tracks before bed. 70% of the time it works, the other 30% I am up til 3am tossing and turning. But 70% is an improvement yes?! Still struggling a bit during the day, but hey, lets just hope I grow out of it!

Today, as I was walking along the beach looking at some terrace houses and thinking "Wow! Look! I'm in Wales! Look! Those are British houses! I'm here, in Wales! Look! Wow!" (I'm not kidding, 2 months in and I am still that buzzy about just being here), it occurred to me that I should have seen this coming. I have always been fairly overwhelmed by the fact that human beings even exist, that I am even alive, so of course moving 20,000kms away from home and starting a new life was going to send my thoughts into overdrive. We can clearly conclude I think waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much. If anyone knows how to slow my brain down so it can actually focus on something please let me know! In the mean time, here's a picture I think depicts me fairly well...

Guy Fawkes in Wales!

Last night was Guy Fawkes, or as it is more commonly known here, Bonfire Night. Apparently normal people don't buy fireworks here, but go and see fireworks displays instead. I can conclude that Guy Fawkes night is more spectacular here, but less enjoyable if you tend to be pyromania inclined, as I suspect most of NZ youth are (myself included). If you want to see photos of the night, here's a link to my facebook album. It was a good night, with bonfires on the beach and a lot of students around. I did miss dancing around like a lunatic and lighting the whooooole box of fireworks off myself (which is generally what happens when you spend 5th November with just your parents), but the display (which we watched for free!) was fantastic! Afterwards my flatmates and I went to our local pub, inn on the lake, or pub on the pond as we think fits better. Then we came home via Le Cafe - the greasy frypot food outlet that's on campus.
Tomorrow my flatmate Maria and I are going shopping for an evening dress for my Rotary Christmas do, and then Elise and I are meeting for lunch. I am excited, and I will post you pics of what I buy! I hope you all enjoyed Guy Fawkes as much as I did.

AHA! I have discovered the meaning of life!

Just kidding. That was to get your attention. Now, I have an important announcement to make. Actually, I don't. I am just kidding again. Oh what a trickster I am! Does anyone else turn into a supreme gift-buying person when they are away from home? I have already bought Stella (she's my bestie fo life, write that down) her birthday gift for 2nd December, as well as my parents Christmas gift, plus I have chosen my brother/sister in laws Christmas present, and planned each of their birthday presents (mid-Nov and late-Dec), plus the other few Xmas gifts I must buy. Not to mention the stack of Christmas cards I have already delegated out to 24 of my closest friends and family (Limited number in the pack you see), and I have already asked my parents if it is okay to send them over in one package for them to redistribute in New Zealand. Organised? Definitely. Neurotic? Most likely.

Big Changes... Spontaneously.

I keep coming back to this site to see if the owner has posted any news lately. I always experience a few seconds of disappointment before I realise it's my site and I already knew there was no new posts. Idiot.

So, the news is: I'm moving back to Rotorua. In 3 days. THREE DAYS! MOVING! Pretty much, the jobs have dried up here in Wellington, and I would rather be struggling for income in a place where I get to board for free/in exchange for doing the ironing (ie: my parents house). I am so so so gutted to be leaving Wellington though, I have really come to love it here and I don't feel ready to leave at all! A sure sign I will be back someday. Gaz, Jute, Nikki and Han have all been amazing flatmates, I just slotted right in without the awkwardness you get when you live with people for the first time.

I will really miss Gaz saying "f*** it's hot!" every 5 minutes in Summer, and "f*** it's freezing!" all throughout Winter; watching 10 bazillion episodes of House/Grey's Antomy in a row with Nikki; tucking Jute in after a night on the town; hearing someone tell Hannah she knows how to get a drink herself; seeing the 3 different bottles of milk in the fridge (green, blue, organic); Gaz getting into a grump and telling everyone off for no apparent reason; coming home and seeing Jute working on her car; having Chris hog around; hearing the wind at night so hard out I get scared we're in a tornado; convincing Nikki it's a good idea to use her ingredients to make macaroni cheese for dinner if I cook it; Han saying my macaroni cheese is yummy; Gaz putting his gangsta rap on in the lounge really loud, for every one to "enjoy"; my Dad ringing us almost everyday and asking if Juliet is home, when I've told him she works evenings everytime he's called for the last 2 weeks; the girls saying "I'll just get the person you want to talk to" and handing me the phone when a telemarketer or research person calls; the washing machine beeping continuously through the night; the pile of dishes that stack up ridiculously quickly; and yeah, there's more too. It's safe to say, I will miss the people, places, and things in Wellington.

Sob Sob.