I established this blog today, in May, because staying in New Zealand is finally a concrete and attainable idea. It happened last night around 2 a.m. when, after waking up to rip the battery from the chirping carbon monoxide detector, I finally looked into the challenge of time zones.
They are apparently a nuisance, but not a deal-breaker. The workday overlaps for three hours: 9 a.m. there is 3 p.m. here. For C’ist, 2 a.m. there is 8 a.m. here, but 8 a.m. there is only 2 p.m. here, right about when my traffic hits peak levels. This means I don’t have to be nocturnal, and might even function more efficiently than those crafty Indian outsourcees who database our lives while we sleep.
Since I was already awake and clearly not going back to sleep, I again read Wellington’s Wikipedia entry, and looked into housing options. Victoria University has a gorgeous little housing app. Depending on how sharply I read at 3 a.m., it looks like the rent might even be comparable. So much for the dream of temporarily escaping city rents.
Now I’m running on three hours of sleep and can’t hear my own thoughts, but I knew it was time to establish a blog and start jotting down thoughts. This presents a unique challenge. I’ve never kept a public personal blog, except for my first night in Brooklyn when I started a blog called “Kill Me, I’m In Brooklyn.” I’m used to writing for a broad public audience, cloaked in the protective garb of The Royal We; and I keep a personal diary where the internal monologue runs wild; but I don’t write for people I know or respect. Somehow, it’s a shockingly different writing style. I don’t like it so far, but it’s an adjustment I suppose I’ll have to make. The first of many.
(Photo: piotr zurek)
