I've not written anything for this blog in almost 2 weeks and I wouldn't have realised had my sister not pointed it out. I still don't really feel like I have much to write about, and I feel like any time I pick up pen and paper, it comes out as a rant or moan.
It's not that I've not been doing anything. I've bought a car, I've been joined by a good friend from home, I've driven over 800km halfway around South Island, I've carved a necklace from bone, I've walked on a glacier, I've been rear-ended by a 4x4, I've been offered a job at a ski resort, I've seen many stunning views and NOT seen many more because of godawful weather...
Thing is, I'm not feeling either inspired or interesting and I can't quite put my finger on why. Part of it is definitely that New Zealand, which although beautiful and friendly, seems to me to suffer a bit from wee-man's complex and is not as personally inspiring as Asia just now. But I don't think it's quite that simple. I'm being a grumpy guts. And being somewhere so similar to home has triggered old habits I thought and hoped I'd at least improved if not got rid of - trying to plan too far ahead, overanalysing everything, etc etc.
Come on New Zealand, inspire me!
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