Finish line.

Being here has opened me up to a lot of things - Mainly the cultural differences, but I feel that that's kind of a given, given the current circumstances and all. But that isn't what is pushing me toward instantly applying for my working visa here the second I get home. Anyone reading this who is a close friend, don't take this personally , but I feel at hone here. The way everything works, the pace of life, even the crazy people in the street. It all makes me feel like I'm somewhere that's alive and buzzing, and I just couldn't find that in NZ. It's getting to the point that spending a week in Christchurch makes me want to jump off a bridge. It's not the friends and family there, it's the place.

So I'm past the mid point of my adventure here, and I've already got some great stories. I can see the finish line for this trip in the distance... But I don't want to. I've learnt more here in 5 weeks than I've ever learnt anywhere else, and I'm not just talking about at Stella Adler, although I'll admit the most productive learning has come from there. This school lives up to it's name.

Like I said prior, I don't want to see the finish line, but I can't move it unless I want to be put in a cell and be raped by a black man. So I've started to create a second finishing line just behind that one, and it's the line that shows my return here next year.