I'm not where I was
When I last wrote in this blog, I was in a lovely place in New Zealand, called Christchurch. It sits about halfway down the east coast of the South Island and has had some exciting times, and indeed terrifying times. People live there, die there, and occasionally move from there. This is what I've done.
Why did I move?
In short, I needed to. The good wife was never going to stay where she had been born, and was really interested in "getting out of Dodge" and seeing other parts of the country. It took a fair while to find what we needed, but the move (aside from the move itself) has been a good one. The people here are friendlier than even Christchurch was, and this little place isn't anywhere near as big as Christchurch. There's even signs of modernity here—I'm on fibre, which makes the Internet much easier to access. At least for that, I've seen no real difference except for the provider I was using for the fibre.
What's coming next?
I don't honestly know; I guess that remains to be seen as we get this house set up more the way we need it to be. It's an older house, and its age is showing, even though everyone that comes through the door says it's absolutely lovely. However, we didn't just buy the house because of what it had. We bought the house partly because of where it was relative to amenities such as stores, doctors and other services. "Town" is five to ten minutes walk away, far less than the half-hour walking to the nearest mall; that was before the earthquakes Christchurch has had; now the "time to walk there" is up to fifty minutes by the next nearest way to get there without damaging wheelchairs. Where we are now, I only have to cross a railway line and I'm right there.
I'll continue to post content on a very sporadic basis on various things I've picked up or put down.
