LOVELY DAY

This is one of the most beautiful days I've ever experienced. And here I am, inside, blogging. Ah well, I reckon there will be another one tomorrow. I've been thinking a lot about how I can extend this trip, and parlay it into more of an around the world travel. I'm thinking...till September, at least. Tons of people go on holiday here, for weeks at a time, and it's been really inspiring. Thailand and Laos have made their way to the top of a very long list. See if we can't make THAT happen. In just two weeks, we'll be off to New Zealand. My friends Courtney and Fiona will be in Auckland visiting family, and we figure we'll go visit them for a few days, and then travel down south to Christchurch and Queensland and tackle some of these amazing adventure expeditions that people can't shut up about. After the NZ trip though, I think we may have to bite the bullet and rent a place. Couchsurfing has been unbelievable, and has introduced us to some fantastic people, but a nice clean bed would be pretty fucking great. I also think I may pick up a job. I'm trying to understand why I'm feeling a bit guilty about not working, especially since I haven't been for so long. Perhaps it's because I'm technically on vacation, and I feel purposeless. I always thought I was the type of person who could move to an island, play an old acoustic guitar on the sand all day, fall asleep in a hammock. In theory, it sounds just right, but I'm realizing as I get older that actually accomplishing something is an absolute necessity toward finding out who you are, why you're here - all that good stuff. People out here definitely appreciate life in ways I can understand. In ways that seem to make more sense to me. Working to live, taking holidays, and truly enjoying people for who they are. Obviously there have been some losers who've crossed my path along the way, some wanker bankers, some full on depressed assholes, but they're definitely not the norm. Living in New York for the past 5 years has made me more impatient, angry, and high-strung, and anxious than I would ever want to be. I have so much love for that city, and I miss it like crazy, but it does breed sarcasm and create antagonistic people, does it not? Waiting for the bus yesterday, I took a look around and saw that no one was checking their watch, growing restless. It then took another 20 minutes to board the freaking thing, and about an hour to get back into the city. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I used to lose my shit if the 6 train took longer than 3 minutes to arrive. Seriously, I would get fucking pissed off. It's crazy, right? I'm hoping being here will bring me further into a place of contentment and solitude and peacefulness. At the end of the day, all I really want is to be happy thankful for the things I have, the people I know, and the exciting unforseeable future that lies ahead.