I'm walking around town-a-bouts, which (unlike Christchurch) gives you no clue where I am, and looking up at floor upon floor upon floor of highrisers and feeling a little well... rustic. You really have no idea how small Christchurch is, you really have no idea how small New Zealand is till you come to a place where your nation's total population is living. IT'S BIG!.
But what excites me more is this; there's bigger. I can't wait. I'm excited. Nervous, but excited. The rest of the world is BIG, like Denny's Double Millenium Burger BIG. BIG. BIG. SO BIG.
I can't wait to travel. I wanna just jump headlong into BIG places, LONDON, NEW YORK, EDINBURGH, GLASGOW, FLORENCE, ROMA, VENEZIE
I'll dive in and them'll swallow me up! Then I'll either wash up washed out or maybe catch a ride on the H.M.S. Success. Andrew the famous Actor? Andrew the touring Musician? Or Andrew the Bum, burnt out and beleaguered.
I dunno. It's fun to dream innit?
