Workworkwork

Just a quick update as I spent far too much of my internet time on facebook, 

I'm working 70 hours a week now. Making 650 bucks a week. This is my 1st day off in 15 days. Oh how the time flies.

Packing kiwifruit is not altogether miserable, but it isn't that delightful of a job either. The people I work with are quite nice and it's becoming more and more like a family team rather than a bunch of strangers working together. Boring as the job may be, I still often think to myself, wow... my life is still pretty interesting, ya know, cuz how many people can say they worked in a kiwi factory in New Zealand? yeah, yeah? Not many Americans. 

I've had lot's of good things interspersed within the work of course. Even though right now I'm not having a GRAND time, in just another month I should be off in the South Island having the adventure everyone imagines I'm currently having. :p But I need to wait until then, when I've got 2000 dollars in the bank and can actually afford to travel. I'm broke as! 

But that's all I have time for... sorry for the lame post, I just can't be bothered to have a big huge update and be on the computer for much longer. I've found that I can no longer spend the whole day on the comp. It makes me really really antsy. 

Oreos are so much better in America.

And tea time is dinner time. I'm living with far too many English!

Much love!

Time Continues

I have to be very conservative with my internet, so this can't be too long, though I often think of interesting things to write about, I don't acttually have the time or energy to write them down, so you guys just get this little note.

Let's see... last week the guy I'm kinda sorta seeing sliced his hand with a woodcutter and had to go to the hospital. That was a pretty terrible day. I'm not talking a knick, I mean a full on, he's bloody lucky he still has his hand. It was scary as... and of course the rumors of what happened were much worse than the truth, throughout the day I had been told that it was a cut with a chainsaw and that he'd be flown in a helicopter to Auckland and stay in the hospital for 4 days, wouldn't ever get control of that hand again (BAD, it was his fret hand and he is a musician), and finally that because it was a cash in hand job, he'd have to pay full price for all of the medical stuff.


Turns out it was a clean cut with a woodcutter, he came back that night from the hospital an hour away in whangeri, he'll get full use of his hand, and he doesn't have to pay a cent. In fact he now even has free accomodation in the flat at our hostel, which is pretty fuckiun sweet, bro! But still, it means he can't work and he just had surgery this week and it'll take 6 weeks to heal, i.e. 6 weeks of being 1 handed. Oh well, at least it's only 6 weeks and not the rest of his life like it easily could've been. :p

So that was a pretty shit day. And unfortunetly I have nothing else to really report. I've spent all my time working pretty much. I've worked everyday since last Tues. and won't have a day off until probably next Sun. 12 days of work without a break... it sucks. But my next paycheck will be about 540 ish dollars. So far I've made 365 bucks about. So, hey... I'll actually be able to travel NZ at SOME point. I'm eager to get out and see things, but it'll still be awhile. For now it's the 6 am wake up calls to go and do shit work for 9 hours.

I'm sorry, that sounds really negativee, as though I'm really disliking being here now, but I'm not. I still enjoy it a lot, and there was one morning of work when I felt like absolute shit and was wondering why the hell I was where I was in my life, but a quick "get it together, Kelly" pep talk and getting myself to see the good things as well as the bad (see? not blindly optimistic) put me right again. And everyday I make about 100 dollars, and everyday I get a little closer to the south island. Life'ss good, it's just a little boring.

Though with these people, life can never really be TOO boring. :p

Anyway, that's all I have time for. But, I'm alive, and I won't have a day off for awhile so don't start thinking otherwise just because I don't update.

My live is sent.

Ciao!

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I walked 10 minutes through an open field in the pouring rain to write this post that I've been avoiding for some time now. Damn you reality, why must you haunt me?

After 7 years, the cancer came back. My mom starts chemo today and the fight begins again.

I've been told I do not need to come home, and that is really the best news I can be given at this time... it means its manageable.

So it's out on the table now. I'd rather now go into continuing my travel blog...

The day I found out this news my friends forced me to go with them to Charlie's Rock, which is a place with a waterfall and a bucnh of rocks you can jump from. I didn't have to energy to swim, but I did sit atop the waterfall and stick my feet in the rushing water. It was something I'd never imagined I'd get to do.

The whole thing was surreal, though. I had that nagging anxious feeling banging away at me as I hiked the New Zealand countryside. It's weird being so far away from home with something like this. Not necessarily bad, since there's nothing I could really be doing to help if I were home, but just strange.

Last Monday all the girls went to a Scottish country dancing class. It was heaps of fun, and I feel as though I got to know the girls better.

And finally, I accepted Hendrix today. With everything, being 14 hours away seems a little too far, and they will be able to better provide for me since they are a richer school, to put it bluntly.

I'm still doing quite well even with everything. The last thing I need is people worrying about me. I'm fine. I'm still in Majestic New Zealand and I've got a lot of good people around me.

I'll be working tomorrow and most days after that so it'll be harder to get ahold of me, I think. I'll still try to respond to emails and such.

Much love.