The Essentials

I have had a couple of days in the shops getting essential things for my new home. I didn't fully stick to the essentials but I now have more nice things to surround myself with. I don't yet have a car, bed or sofa but who needs transport or furniture when you have beautiful china, a cake stand and a selection of scatter cusions.

A friend has commented that my purchacing patterns may reflect a lack of confidence in putting down roots - I can't imagine where they got that idea. Is it odd to be content living out of a suitcase? I have found that a limited wardrobe makes morning decisions about what to wear much easier. I acknowledge that living alone will be different to sharing with my sister, a lot less borrowing/sharing potential and I don't just mean clothes. By default I will have to have my own stuff. Can one person really justify a whole set of household things? I have to have my own ironing board, iron, sweeping brush, pots and pans etc. All these things which can be shared between quite a few without compromise are still needed if you are just one. I feel guilty about the impact on the planet, the energy and effort that has gone into making these things that will just be dust collecting for most of their time. The economics of this is also not in favour of solo living. I have no one to share the cost of this with. I get the to choose exactly the sweeping brush and bathroom scales I want but have to pay 100% of the bill. I have found a few things in the Hospice charity shop, buying second hand eases my concience and saves money as well as helping out a charity, unfortunately they didn't have everything on my list.

An upside of solo living is getting to choose not to have things, top of this list for me is a Television. There will be no TV in my house. I can't be bothered buying one for a start, that whole zone of electrical shops makes me tired. I think this feeling must be captured and brought home in the box. When there is a TV on in the room it is so easy to get hooked into watching rubbish instead of doing something else like going for a run. When I am solely reliant on my own motivation to get up and go it will be harder to resist just flopping down infront of the TV and letting it take care of my free time. I have a laptop to watch DVD's so if I need to veg out I still can. Internet and radio should provide all the news I need and there are so many books out there to read I should not be short of home entertainment. There is a risk that I will lose touch with what the rest of the world are talking about, e.g. what happened on Desperate Housewives last night etc.. but its a risk I am willing to take. After all I can always choose to change my mind and get a TV.

Sign here

This morning I have been to the beach to watch the last of the sunrise, it has been my alarm clock while I living here. The black clouds which formed a filter as the sun climbed higher into the sky have now arrived overhead as rain, so I am back inside.

I have a couple of hours to myself this morning before I set out to town. I have two appointments, the first is to sign the contract for my new job with the Bank of New Zealand and to make a start on the visa paperwork that will keep me in the country after 8th April. It is 6 months to the day that I finished working at Sky, my feelings about starting work again are mixed. If I could, I would not go back to work at all. I would probably not spend the next 6 months hanging out here at the beach either, but working 9-5 (or more) in an office wouldn't be my first choice. However I have to be realistic, I can not stay on holiday for ever, neither can I stay in New Zealand without a visa for much longer so getting a job fits well. Given that this is the direction I have chosen I am really pleased about my new job. It is similar enough to previous jobs to be comfortable but different enough to be interesting.

My second appointment today is to sign the tenancy agreement for my new home. For the first time ever I will be living on my own. I could have looked for a flat share, it would be a fast way to meet new people but I really want to get my own place, thus I am renting a 1 bedroom 'unit'. Coming from the UK the term 'unit' doesn't mean much to me, here it seems to imply a self contained dwelling, either a flat, apartment or in my case a terraced 1 bed bungalow, number 5 of 6 'units' on the same plot. Its fairly small but newly renovated and the rent is reasonable. I don't have much stuff, I only arrived here with a bicycle and a suitcase so small is good. I don't anticipate needing much space as I don't plan to buy too much stuff in the near future. The 'unit' comes equipped with some the big expensive things like a fridge, washing machine and cooker but no furniture. Leaving me to furnish and adorn to my own taste.

So in a few weeks time I will have quit the beach and will be getting up to go to work with the masses. I have put an alarm clock on my shopping list as the sun will soon be on its winter schedule. I will miss my sunrise starts but I am sure we will synchronise again in the spring.

Rats and boats

After a few weeks of effort I am still on the bumpy road to employment. There has been progress, I did tests yesterday, verbal reasoning was a breeze, numerical reasoning was a bit of an effort and the personality questionnaire was just annoying but after 2 hours sat in a tiny room with a computer I was done.  Since I had to drive into town for 9am I planned a little tourist outing to the Auckland museum.  The Vaka Moana exhibition, about the origins of the pacific island populations caught my attention so I went.  It was OK, not amazing, but fairly interesting.

I was cruising around the exhibits at the same time as a couple, they looked like they were recently retired, and were interested in everything but sort of in a hurry.  The guy overtook me while reading one of the exhibits.  I don't mind and I am not a frequent enough visitor to museums to fully understand the etiquette but I am sure that when it is not busy you should respect other people's personal space.  That last inch of air between you and them should not be crossed.  He clearly didn't think this. My new commitment to inner calm meant I didn't scowl at him, in fact I managed a half smile for his wife who looked a little embarrassed.

The reason I went to see the exhibition is that I am reading the Kon-Tiki Expedition at the moment, it was a voyage to test a theory that the pacific islands were populated from Peru.  I was a little disappointed that it didn't even get a mention, even if they don't agree with the theory it would have been nice to at least acknowledge one of the most famous expeditions exploring exactly what they were trying to explain.

However I did learn that the Polynesian rat did not breed with other rats and thus is a useful indicator of human population migration which it accompanied.  Unless, of course, there's a counter theory somewhere that the rats built tiny boats and sailed the oceans on their own, independent of humans - that would be cool.