It’s 5PM and I’m sitting outside our hotel room in Christchurch NZ soaking in the sun that somehow peeked out for the first time in days. Vero is taking a nap and I am reading Neil Young’s book Waging Heavy Peace with a Monteiths Summer Ale by my side.
Life is fabulous but like any road warrior, I am growing tired of the road. I think the fourth week has always been my breaking point so if I ever had to travel for longer, I would slot in the fourth week as pure zombie time…where I can relax instead of traipse around a city.
Of course everyone reading this is thinking “What a whiner! First world problems!”
The trip has been fabulous but I am also looking forward to the flight home on Friday.
Also…in what life is it fair that I will go through TWO daylight savings times this Autumn?! One in Wellington and another when we get back home. I will make sure I don’t have to wake up at six o’clock for the second one!