Guess who's back, back again...

Well, folks, I'm finally back in Wellington. After a long, arduous process involving everything from flying demons to slightly lower-flying demons, I made it here alive.

While it worries me a bit that my entire life can be packed up inside the back of a Corolla Hatch, it's certainly a liberating feeling to try and find ways to arrange such tiny amounts of stuff in a room double the size of the one it was last in. Somehow I've managed to end up with about the same amount of spare floorspace, which is the sort of spatial wizardry that'd even get Doctor Who's head in a spin.

The trip down was certainly fun, with a friend driving me down (this is where the low-flying demon comes in, folks) in record time. Considering his car was carrying about it's own weight in the back end, I'm amazed it moved at all, let alone at a comfortable 160km/h. 90 round the freaking bays. The springs were certainly getting a workout, and coped beautifully – hell, I'm alive, aren't I?

So I'm now in Miramar. I haven't had time to explore the area fully, and as soon as we get a fine day where I'm not working, I'll be out and about in it. So far I've managed to find both the bottle store, and the library. Not exactly a great combination, but I'm sure this area has more to offer, right? I mean, there's the King Kong boat (which you can only stare at from the dock), the film studio (which you can sort of peer through the fence at), and Jonah Lomu's big ol' apartment (which you can sort of see if you squint just right while standing next to the King Kong boat). Plenty of sights to see.

Moving from Palmerston North, there's obviously a few things I'm going to have to get used to. First and foremost, public transport. In Palmy, you're lucky if you see a bus once an hour. The bus stops don't actually tell you when the bus is coming, so you just sit and hope, not that it matters. Odds are you just missed the bus, and with Palmy being so damn poky and small, it'd be faster to walk than wait for another bus.

Another thing to get used to is going to be the age of the population. Palmy's mostly students and school-kids, so the average age of the population (that you see out and about, anyway) is about 17. Wellington's a little more diverse – it'll be nice to hold a conversation with a group of people my own age again, instead of listening to angsty teenagers telling me how tough they have it while their $400 iPods blare into their ears. Over the months I just developed this stock line of 'It's because your parents hate you, you should move out' then they'll hopefully shut up. Starvation'll do that to a person.

Then there's the wind. Now, recently, we've had a lot of windy days in Palmy, I was getting to work by simply standing outside, holding the corners of my jacket and getting pushed where I needed to go then waiting an hour for a bus to get home, but I'd simply forgotten what a 'windy' day in Wellington is like. It's going to take a little getting used to again, particularly as my trip to and from work now involves wandering along the waterfront for about an hour.

But all in all, folks, it's damn good to be back. I intend on getting things right this time, no 'if's, no 'but's. Unles you're hot, then I might take a little bit of 'but', but with some minor misspelling.