Fear and loathing in suburban Auckland

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So... I’m in Auckland. Yep, Auckland. Aaand that’s about all there is to say about it. I was doing something today and was suddenly lost in a piercing memory of Oxford - the night that we went to the Christmas concert at the Sheldonian. It was utterly freezing, and I remember how painful it was because I couldn’t feel my toes. A crystal-clear night

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Exactly!

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Dear Christine! I completely understand! I'm trying to tell myself that if I had something as special as Oxford or camping trips all the time, I wouldn't appreciate them as much and so it's good to build up these times of wallpaper stripping and job searching so that the next time something special happens, I'll get every ounce of enjoyment out of it. Well, that's what I'm telling myself anyway.
Miss you,
Mary

Re: Exactly!

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Miss you too! Miss Shotover, miss the Kilns, even sort of half-miss the bureaucracy... but you're right. Life can't all be pubs and cobbles. It would become commonplace after a while. And the wallpaper stripping/job hunting makes the memories even more pleasant in contrast! x C