IT’S ME & NEW ZEALAND’S COTTON ANNIVERSARY<3<3<3

New Zealand

AWWWW.

Ok so the “Cotton” Anniversary is actually– traditionally-speaking, which I always am–  the mark of 2 years of wedded bliss but I’m microcosm-ing this shit to celebrate my 2 months in New Zealand. Anyway, I’m not even confident that today’s cotton would last 2 years. *Nose in the air, pinkies up*

2 months in New Zealand feels simultaneously like SO. LONG. and no time at all. I’ve loved and I’ve lost (a favorite umbrella and every flat white I’ve had here, R.I.P.) and been to more barbecues than one person should be allowed (Don’t be fooled! They’ll say “Seeya at 4PM” but the cooking begins at twilight! Always! This is a  gross generalization and you should definitely actually get there by 6 or you’ll miss the fun, weird bits.)

Last Saturday I drank my first L&P–lemony and delicious!–and Wednesday I held my art meet-up again a.k.a. me and my roommate sit at a cafe and drink too many coffees while we paint, look at babies and pet dogs. Thursday was spent trying to get a cat and a rabbit to be friends and every part of that challenge was the way I imagine acclimating a child to it’s new baby brother would be; rabbit is hyper and cuddly and loves attention and cat is independent but kind of jealous and wants to be the bigger person but sometimes just scratches the rabbit if he gets too closeTHAT RUN-ON SENTANCE IS CONVOLUTED, CLEAN IT UP PACHECO. No, I won’t.

On the brain-front, I am dreaming of making mobiles (like the things babies have over their cribs, but for non-babies!) which is a harsh reminder that I am at a different place in my life. Once upon a thyme, I could’ve reached my hand into 50% of my drawers and that hand would’ve come out holding wire or string or perhaps a weird tchotchke. Now I still only own slightly more than 2 suitcases worth of things (which is amazing in most ways) but the art world, specifically the mobile-sector, is suffering. Maybe I will try a ‘found articles’ mobile, which is an annoying way of saying it could be made out of trash so look out.

Now that you know literally every last thing I am doing as I have left nothing out at all (skipped going to the bathroom this week so that I could keep this full life diary totally honest, open and child-friendly!)–BYE. I have an overdue library magazine to return.

 

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