Still bound in Wellington, it is mere days before I board the plane headed for London. Right now I'm at work for my second to last day of IT service desk support, ever. If I'm lucky.

Not that I really prescribe to such notions, but luck has been in short supply recently. Perhaps that is just the way it goes so close to leaving; everything that does go wrong is somehow causally related to the trip, when in reality there is no link at all. For example, Kristen's Grandmother passing away last weekend, a mere two weeks before I met her. Or Kristen getting an offer of work starting at Weta a few weeks after we leave the country.

These things are just plain random chance, amplified through the lens of pessimism. My workmates have given me a beautiful gift to send me off, along with the usual card: a beautiful pounamu pendant, blessed in Maori by Muriel. Though, as I say, I prescribe in no way to the notion of divine intervention I shall find myself wearing it gratefully and constantly. A sentimental item and the hope a symbol is imbued with; the memories it evokes - these are powerful things.

This will more than likely be the last time I write here before I depart. See you on the other side.