On Holiday...
My biggest source of anxiety in coming to Milford was the fear of getting bored. As many of you may know, I grow tired of places quickly. I am restless. A wanderer. I have the annoying habit of growing resentful of a place if I do not have constant stimulation. Milford has kept me busier though than Cambridge or university. Without the hum of television and the stresses of daily life, I still find more than enough to do to fill the hours.
I started my off days heading to Queenstown. Sweet Becca, my english friend, turned 24. We celebrated with a huge curry meal and several drinks at some swanky, some sweaty bars in town. On my second visit to Queenstown my impression has been fine tuned. It is a lovely city placed in a lovely setting but to me has little character and no soul. Though filled with chic boutiques, delicious ethnic restuarants and bungy friendly attractive young people, the town seems lost on itself, as any place devoted only to the tourist surely becomes. Regardless, city soul was not our mission, and we had a great time dancing and being silly.
On sunny saturday morning after a great bagel and avacado I managed to reach via the miracle of cellular signals my dearest Meg... finishing her work week and ready to go home. I had a smile plastered to my face for the remainder of the day after talking to her and my dear Matthew, Costa Rican partner ir crime. I do occasionally miss the stench of Cambridge, the history of the streets, the buzz of many languages and the ghosts of the people who have lived and worked, histories and lives layered on top of eachother creating a massive energy of life. I miss the homeless people that you begin to recognize.The barking man. The beer. (oh what I would pay for a number 9!)The middle eastern food and the colors, so many beautiful colors, of the people. Because I am so highly energized and stimulated here I have decided to work on a time transporting device that would enable me to move through timespace to get a hug from my people at home and then quickly return. I will keep you updated on my progress.
There is a fly the size of my thumbnail buzzing around my head. Highly irritating.
I finished the new Zadie Smith book, On Beauty. A lovely read, following the complicated intertwining lives of two families... monitoring their faults and character effortlessly... and taking place in a Boston suberb (named a fictional Wellington but I think maybe was Milton or Roslindale perhaps?). I now have that scary burp of anxiety that is not having another book lined up.
In the afternoon I went kayaking to the end of the Milford track, a place called Sandfly point and not because of the lack of sandflies. There we walked the last 3 miles of the track on a easy well maintained trail to a beautiful mountain waterfall. It was awesome to see the fiord cliffs from the point of view of a kayak... truly making you feel your small size.
For the evening we shuttled down the road to a place called "Little Tahiti", an open field, where there was a massive bonfire and party underway. Yesterday was the the 30th anniversary of the birth of beautiful Sina, a chef here and glowing spirit. It was a party complete with generator powered speakers and colored disco ball, several gallons of kerosene to light the firesticks and pois and enough dry wood to keep a circle of over 30 people warm.
My biggest source of anxiety in coming to Milford was the fear of getting bored. As many of you may know, I grow tired of places quickly. I am restless. A wanderer. I have the annoying habit of growing resentful of a place if I do not have constant stimulation. Milford has kept me busier though than Cambridge or university. Without the hum of television and the stresses of daily life, I still find more than enough to do to fill the hours.
I started my off days heading to Queenstown. Sweet Becca, my english friend, turned 24. We celebrated with a huge curry meal and several drinks at some swanky, some sweaty bars in town. On my second visit to Queenstown my impression has been fine tuned. It is a lovely city placed in a lovely setting but to me has little character and no soul. Though filled with chic boutiques, delicious ethnic restuarants and bungy friendly attractive young people, the town seems lost on itself, as any place devoted only to the tourist surely becomes. Regardless, city soul was not our mission, and we had a great time dancing and being silly.
On sunny saturday morning after a great bagel and avacado I managed to reach via the miracle of cellular signals my dearest Meg... finishing her work week and ready to go home. I had a smile plastered to my face for the remainder of the day after talking to her and my dear Matthew, Costa Rican partner ir crime. I do occasionally miss the stench of Cambridge, the history of the streets, the buzz of many languages and the ghosts of the people who have lived and worked, histories and lives layered on top of eachother creating a massive energy of life. I miss the homeless people that you begin to recognize.The barking man. The beer. (oh what I would pay for a number 9!)The middle eastern food and the colors, so many beautiful colors, of the people. Because I am so highly energized and stimulated here I have decided to work on a time transporting device that would enable me to move through timespace to get a hug from my people at home and then quickly return. I will keep you updated on my progress.
There is a fly the size of my thumbnail buzzing around my head. Highly irritating.
I finished the new Zadie Smith book, On Beauty. A lovely read, following the complicated intertwining lives of two families... monitoring their faults and character effortlessly... and taking place in a Boston suberb (named a fictional Wellington but I think maybe was Milton or Roslindale perhaps?). I now have that scary burp of anxiety that is not having another book lined up.
In the afternoon I went kayaking to the end of the Milford track, a place called Sandfly point and not because of the lack of sandflies. There we walked the last 3 miles of the track on a easy well maintained trail to a beautiful mountain waterfall. It was awesome to see the fiord cliffs from the point of view of a kayak... truly making you feel your small size.
For the evening we shuttled down the road to a place called "Little Tahiti", an open field, where there was a massive bonfire and party underway. Yesterday was the the 30th anniversary of the birth of beautiful Sina, a chef here and glowing spirit. It was a party complete with generator powered speakers and colored disco ball, several gallons of kerosene to light the firesticks and pois and enough dry wood to keep a circle of over 30 people warm.
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