Ok, it must be time for an update, though I'm not sure there's a whole lot to update on at the moment. I've just started my new job with Rank Interactive a week ago, so I'm still settling in there. In fact, it's very similar to the work I was doing back in Wellington, just a bit less stressful as the end users are nicer and there are less of them.

Life has basically slipped into a holding pattern for a while as I get my bearings and start earning some money. At the moment it doesn't much feel like I'm living almost 20,000km from my old home. There are people just looking to work and live out their lives no matter where you are in the world, even here in such an incredible place.

But I know that out there is the London I was dreaming of. There is excitement and art and people living in some hazy idealistic reality. I realise, perhaps a little late, that it's not the place you're living that dictates the way you live, but the people you live with.

To illustrate my point just a little, Kristen and I met up with Barney a couple of days ago in Brixton and for the first time saw a light shining. I don't want to speak for him too much, but he lives an artistic and hectic kind of life, or seems to. There was another flash, earlier on in my journey, on Brick Lane. Say what you will about those indie kids and faux-hemians or whatever you want to call them (and there's a different batch for every generation) - there's something about the way they live, idealistic and in touch with what it is to be young, that attracts me.

So here I am in limbo, because I can, because I have to have money to eat and live. Because it's what I do best and it gives me joy in some undefinable ways. Yet in the back of my mind I'm thinking of travel and art and excitement and all those things I came over here to find.