A Love Letter to Wifi

Tuesday, 1:50 PM. Wellington, New Zealand.

I begin this letter not to glorify the Facebook, the Instagram, or the texting; But to glorify the GOOGLE. How I love to be able to google a person, place, or thing. Google Maps! How I yearn for your ready availability! Your whorish ways of opening up and letting me into the depths of your streets. It’s intoxicating and I miss it so. The pent up frustration I feel when I stare at your graphic, unloaded screen... lost in the mountains of Kiwiland. It’s almost as unbearable as when I automatically go to type in “gas sta--.” Do you miss me as I you? The touch of my thumbs on your screen? I suppose not. Because like I said, there are billions of people for you to pleasure. Where there is one less me in New Zealand, there is a kid receiving his first phone in Tokyo. 

That was weird.

Much has happened. Or a lot of ground has been covered. It’s hard to remember what though seeing as I only just found out what day it is. I sit in the Wellington Public Library, feasting on their free wifi and recharging my brain waves on current events. So I hear their was a hurricane and Trump pissed people off again?

I’ve been napping on beaches, sitting at the edges of cliffs, and hanging out with seals. And I’ve done the Tongariro Alpine Crossing, just to prove to myself that I am in fact an inner fat ass. It’s 19.4 kilometers (about 12 miles for my challenged American friends) and just about the hardest physical activity I’ve ever had to do. But I sure did feel like an amazon viking at the top.

Me and my french companion will probably head to the South Island in a day or two, because time is a flyin’ and there’s much exploring to do. I will potentially be getting a phone here and for Australia so it’s easier to let you all know that I’m alive. The anxiety of the narrow, winding, edge of cliff roads will more likely be the death of me than if I were to accidentally drive off one.

Speaking of, check out my sexy van/home:

Miss you all!

Ha, just kidding. You miss me.