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[morgueat,er,home] A Long-Held Plan
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Dec 29, 2005 17:02 PST
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When I had just left home, and I was right on the other side of the
world, I sometimes would think about what it would be like coming
home. When I was jammed into an uncomfortable hostel bed, tipsy from
cheap continental beer, drifting towards sleep, I'd think about home,
and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
When I got home (I thought), I'd go to a great second-hand music shop.
Because I would of course be returning home with thousands of pounds
sterling in the bank, I would be free to walk in there and drop a few
hundred New Zealand bucks on all the great Kiwi music that had been
released while I was away. And that would feel good.
Then I would go to Eva Dixon's Cafe, on the corner of Eva Street and
Dixon Street, my favourite cafe in Wellington, and I would have a
latte and a heated muffin and look out the window at Pigeon Park. And
that would feel good. And I'd know I was home.
So that's what I did yesterday - I lived the dream. Of course, I
don't have any money, so I couldn't spend hundreds of dollars on
music. And Eva Dixon's isn't Eva Dixon's any more, it's the Eva
Street Cafe now. But I bought the music and I had the latte and the
heated muffin and I looked out the window, and you know what?
I knew I was home.
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Re-acclimatising slowly. Loads of people still to catch up with.
Having a great time. All the best for New Year's, everyone.
[And because I know some people reading this will want to know: I
bought three Shihad singles, the Elemeno P album, and the new P-Money.
All for $30! Yay.]
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