It’s been one year since I started this job and about 8 hours longer since I drove down the motorway, taking residence in Wellington. It’s been quite a year.
I love my job and I love the work I do. Working in a research environment has reignited my desire to work as an engineer, something that was stolen from me by my former employer. With luck, it will also provide an opportunity to work towards a masters degree. I’m starting to plan for a start near the end of 2007, once I finish the Anatomy and Physiology component of my certificate from the New Zealand College of Massage. I haven’t picked a topic yet, but it will likely be some sort of signal processing related to the health industry.
Wellington itself is a great city, but happens to be cursed by its weather. A walk through downtown gives the impression of a coordinated approach to its development. Granted, there are flaws. No city can boast perfection, but Wellington has a sense of style and a sense of ambition. And then your umbrella gets blown inside out.
Having now lived in each of the 3 major cities in New Zealand1, I’d probably say that Wellington is my favourite city. Even though there is much less beach volleyball to be played, there is a lot to boast about. There doesn’t seem to be a shortage of people to skate around town with and there definitely isn’t a shortage of arts and cultural exhibitions. Sailing? Cycling? Petanque? It’s up to you. Just watch out for the odd earthquake.
1 No offense to anyone who lives in Dunedin or Hamilton.
