Last night was Jan and Greg's dinner at El Dorado (don't let the name fool you--it wasn't really a Mexican place). Jan and Greg are the owners of Dash and they sold the business about two weeks ago, the same day Seth and I were stuck in the Christchurch airport. I will have my first day back at work tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to it. The new owners seem to be a real pain and I have only heard bad things about them. Almost everyone is quitting. Though I never worked with Jan and Greg much, I did like, and respect, them a lot and really enjoyed working at Dash. I hope it won't be too horrible going in tomorrow. My co-workers assured me I would be able to find another job, but I don't know if I want to spend my final two months getting accustomed to a new one. I will try sticking out two days a week for the next couple weeks so I can at least pay my rent.
After the dinner Seth and I spent the evening going through his luggage (again) for his trip back home. I am determined to get rid of tonnes of my ratty old clothes, some of which I have had since high school. Luckily I found a donation bin in Dickson, though this may actually be unlucky for those who end up wearing it!
It has been weird living so close to Watson again. This is where I had spent so much time those first few months I arrived, and it is a little surreal being back. It isn't weird in the sense of time (only one year has passed), but it is so dream-like because those months were my first impressions and experiences from Australia, and since then it seems like so much has happened and changed. The past few mornings we have been running up in the Mt Majura/Mt Ainsle parks and it really brings back weird memories of late summer days at Oanh and Hawks house--I almost expect to come home to an unruly boxer dog and the smell of Vietnamese food cooking! What's more is that I went to the farmers market and visited the Dickson shops for the first time in over a year and that also added to the strangeness of being back in this part of town.
Our fourth house-mate, Brian, moved in last night. He grew up in CA and actually knows Tatiana, a masters student from Dr. Pfennig's lab whom I worked with the summer before I left. Small world! It is ironic he is just getting settled and trying to figure things out (like finding the best way to call home, getting around the shops, using the internet, etc), just like I had to do when living up in Watson. However, I can look at him from the other end, since now it is finally my turn to be getting ready to head home!
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