So I've moved into 34 Hohiria Street, which is in Hataitai and fairly close to the CBD and very close to a cute little village of shops and not at all close to South Auckland, so really it's a win win. To say that the house is cold would be like saying Michael Jackson's father is a monster - it's true but you don't really get the full nuanced justice of the situation. I woke up this morning with dead penguins frozen to my legs.
My flatmates initially struggled with the choice between retaining their health or paying higher power bills for a while, but after the second day of sliding to the floor every time we brushed against a wall and putting food inside the fridge to warm it up, we actually experienced a heated house and holy crap it finally felt like a home.
I'm yet to brave the all new Hill of Doom, aka Mount Victoria. It looms above my house; huge, silent, dark and very cold looking. Some day this week I'm going to brave the elements and see how far up the thing I can trudge before my legs give out or I become a meat popsicle, but tonight is for nesting on the couch in my jacket and catching up with News From Around The World.
Passport application will hopefully be sent off this week. Slay the fattened calf in celebration.
