So i think i am suffering from a slight case of culture shock. I ordered a small latte the other day and received a mug of coffee that i could stick both fists into comfortably. I didn't want it after that. I wanted a dainty mug, filled with good milky coffee made by a short, punky girl named Chev.
I don't feel like I am home yet. In fact I haven't stayed in one place longer than a week since I left Wanaka. I am currently at my Mother's house (which is great) and she has started rescuing small Pomeranian dogs (which is even greater), but I still feel like I am on the road.
This is my to-do list to get back in the swing of things:
- ride my bike
- season pass Meadows
- get a job
- handstands on the beach
- dance at Holocene with carin and shola
- film huy skate boarding
- stay still
- run
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