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Drifting This Way and That

Wanderlust

 

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It’s been some time since I last travelled, so I’ve been feeling restless of late, and longing for the next getaway.

I have fond memories of my trip to Paris three years ago. I took this picture on my last evening, after an afternoon of exploring the Left Bank and the Île de la Cité. I didn’t venture into Notre Dame Cathedral, because after a long day on my feet I didn’t much fancy standing around waiting in the long queue. Fortunately, there is much to admire about the stunning exterior of this Gothic masterpiece and I loved this view of it lit up at dusk. The picture captures the magical beauty of Paris, a city that won me over almost instantly and that I didn’t have nearly enough time to fully explore. Continue reading “Wanderlust”

“Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night”: an evening with The Boss

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I grew up listening to Bruce Springsteen’s music, because he is my Mum’s religion.There is nothing about him she does not love and anything she doesn’t know about him is probably not worth knowing.

I am also aware that his myriad loyal fans hold him in the same esteem; they worship his music and revel in the glory of the marathon-length concerts he performs with the equally beloved E Street Band.

Until a month ago, I had never seen them live. I’ve always liked the music, listening to it sometimes but not frequently. I admire Springsteen as a person – his left-leaning politics, his outspokenness and his championing of the working class. I could see why people loved him so much, but appreciated him at a distance, lacking the zeal of his most fervent fans. However, when I heard he was returning to New Zealand for a couple of shows and that my Mum and sister (a more recent convert) were planning to go, I decided to tag along and experience the spectacle for myself.

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Solitude

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I crave solitude. Whenever life feels a little too hectic or stressful I make an effort carve out some time to myself. Time alone to wander, daydream, to step away from life’s little worries. Continue reading “Solitude”

“It gets you right down to your soul”: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Live

 

Last year was rubbish from start to finish, and given the current alarming state of the international political climate, all signs point to 2017 being even worse. However, rather than falling into a state of despair, I’m trying to cling onto any glimmer of hope, and to savour any positive or special moment (and I’m also trying to get out more because, quite frankly, I’m too young to go full hermit just yet). So it was in that spirit that I went along to the TSB Arena a couple of weeks ago to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds live. Continue reading ““It gets you right down to your soul”: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Live”

New Year, Same(ish) Me

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New Year’s resolutions aren’t for me. I never begin a new year expecting to take up a bunch of new habits that will transform my life and somehow make me a better person. Because I know that ambitious new plans hatched at the beginning of the year are unlikely to stick and my imminent failure will only lead to self-doubt and bitter recrimination. In reality, January 1 is just another day. Nobody is magically renewed at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve (which is, in my opinion, one of the most lousy and overrated nights of the year, but that’s another matter entirely). Continue reading “New Year, Same(ish) Me”

Long Weekend

Lately, I’ve felt like I’ve been losing a little control of my life. The past couple of months have felt strangely bleak. Nothing catastrophic has happened but my life has lacked order and joy: I’ve been stressed and exhausted at work and aimless and out of sorts at home. Continue reading “Long Weekend”

One Year On

 

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Today marks one year since I returned to New Zealand after living abroad. Where on earth has that time gone? Much like the all-too-short two years in London, the past year has flown by.

People have told me that the first year back is the hardest and I couldn’t agree more. In the first year, you’re still missing the place you’ve just left – a place that had begun to feel like home – and you have to attempt to settle back in to your old life, or carve out some kind of new life in the same old surroundings. Continue reading “One Year On”

Vibrant

When I saw the Weekly Photo Challenge theme for the week, I immediately thought of San Francisco. It is such an upbeat, friendly and vibrant city, as these photos show.

One of my chief memories of my trip a few years ago is of how colourful and lively it all was. I didn’t get to explore as much of it as I would have liked, so I long for a return to this amazing city.

These pictures bring a smile to my face and spark many happy memories of the beginning of my first trip abroad. This was my four-day stopover on my way to London, the beginning of a much-awaited and much-needed adventure.

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F train in The Castro

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