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Random attacks of homesickness
It's funny when they pop up. I've been avoiding emailing two very good friends of mine back home for the last month, for no particular reason (although I have been busy and I don't want to unleash grizzlings on them, which I was liable to up until a couple of weeks ago).
One of my old colleagues from Wellington, who is the most grooviest of guys and extremely hot (I might be a dyke, but there are a few guys, ok? his wife is hot too, so there), like a cross between a sarcastic Rochester and Jermaine from the Conchords, made a connection with me on LinkedIn today. One of our other ex-colleagues also now has a group there for those who "live, love or work in Wellington", which I promptly joined. So, meh, I'd love to be there right now - it's great in spring.
Maybe I'll head over at the end of summer. It'd be nice to smell the sea and the bush, and hang out with groovy friends and ex-colleagues.
One of my old colleagues from Wellington, who is the most grooviest of guys and extremely hot (I might be a dyke, but there are a few guys, ok? his wife is hot too, so there), like a cross between a sarcastic Rochester and Jermaine from the Conchords, made a connection with me on LinkedIn today. One of our other ex-colleagues also now has a group there for those who "live, love or work in Wellington", which I promptly joined. So, meh, I'd love to be there right now - it's great in spring.
Maybe I'll head over at the end of summer. It'd be nice to smell the sea and the bush, and hang out with groovy friends and ex-colleagues.