There's not much for me to do this weekend. I really want to talk to someone about a few questions I have before I buy my bus ticket to go pick fruit, but I have to wait until Monday to call her. I'm hoping that I get the answers I want, so that I can be on my way this coming Friday or Saturday. I'm feeling pretty restless. But at the moment I'm sort of in limbo. I came into Wellington this afternoon so that I wouldn't be sitting around the house- I get pretty bored and I feel bad for not doing much to entertain the kids and I don't want to be underfoot and annoying for my hosts. I did take care of cleaning the bathroom and vaccuuming my bedroom this morning so I wouldn't feel guilty about leaving for the rest of the day. I caught the bus in, and I treated myself to a Subway lunch and a Starbucks latte and slice of cake, then I went to the public library and made myself comfortable and read there for awhile (I don't know why this is preferable to reading in my bed at the house- but it is), and in about an hour I'm going to go to the movies to see Big Fish. So I'm spending money that I really ought not to, but . . . I want to. So I do. Bad system, I know. Ah well. The alternative is boredom.
La la la. I don't have much to say that I haven't already said sometime in the past few days. I need to get moving, simply to have something interesting to share about my time here. When someone asks "so how did you spend your time in New Zealand?", I hope I have a better answer than "Well, I spent a lot of time reading or in internet cafes. Oh, and I drank coffee!" I guess it's up to me to make sure that doesn't happen.
Thus the fruit.