On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that I have so much change going on in my life, yet I have no motivation to blog about it? Isn’t that what a blogger is supposed to do or have the rules of the game changed? What are these “rules”? I’m sure no one has abided to them 100% of the time anyway. Rules are meant to be broken.
Jokes aside, I am in a serious slump with this blogging gig. I thought that moving to a new city and changing my life would give me something different to write about…and I was wrong. Kind of. I really do love Auckland and I’m beginning to fall in love with my university. I’m starting to make friends (I think) and life in general is pretty dandy. I wrote about this before and I’m telling you (again) that writer’s block is a real thing. I’m on the struggle bus and we’re heading straight for a cliff that has a sheer drop to some really pointy rocks.
The house I moved into was put on the market five days ago and has already gone unconditional. There must be some weird fairy voodoo at work here. I went home last weekend thinking that I could potentially have months in this house to finding out that I have exactly forty-two days. So, the house hunt is on again and I’m going to view my first house tomorrow morning!
I’ve fallen ill for the second time in a week, so it’s pretty clear that I have terrible luck at the moment. On one hand, I’m catching up on a lot of lost sleep, but one the either hand I’m losing a lot of time that could be dedicated to doing something productive…like studying or blogging. I have four assignments due in two weeks and I’m starting to feel the pressure. Just a little. I may look cool, calm and collected, but my internal monologue is something like this:
I’m currently surrounded by water, Codral packets, used tissues, scattered research notes and packets of candy. This is what my life at the moment. There are no men waiting on me hand and foot. I’m not getting in a plane and jetting off overseas. I’m not partying until the early hours of the morning. I’m here, in Auckland, surrounded by work that I’m trying to ignore. Isn’t that exactly what college life is about?