Say pie!

It had not been made clear to me how into pie the kiwis are. Every dinner or dessert item seems to have a pie version. I bought a couple varieties from the supermarket to try since, as everyone who spent significant time with me this summer knows, I really like pie. Something about the self-contained meal, not to mention a crust (which is really fatty bread, and what woman doesn't like that?) is supremely satisfying. I hope their idea of pie is good.

I woke up this morning painfully missing my adventurer self. This summer I was free and ran around outside all the time, getting lots of exercise and bruises. I know I'm idealizing in retrospect, and have already forgotten just how shitty my job was, but it was still a good time. Lots of new friends and old friendships being strengthened. I was alive. It is hard for me to accept this stuck-inside-because-it's-shitty-out and well-taken-care-of-housewife status. I know I know, it's been 3 days and I'll find my place here and eventually the weather will be better and anyway isn't my boyfriend wonderful to see again, but for now, my heart feels a terrible loss.

The gang here is great. It's a good group of people. The gang at home was good too. So many good groups! I can't even imagine all the tribes of people I don't know who excel at living as much as we do. It's easy to forget they're out there and to think that YOUR particular group of friends are the best, especially when so much negativity is swirling around on the internet, in politics, and on tv, but considering the high success rate I have with new people (let's say it's around 50%) and accounting for the fact that I meet these people through similar interests and circles of people, I still think about 15% of the population must be awesomely wonderful in ways I enjoy immensely, and another 30% is great in ways I don't entirely understand or relate well to.

I don't know why I'm making up fake statistics right now. It's 8 am and the men have left for work. Kris is still sleeping but she'll be up soon so that we can assemble the burritos for delivery to Weta. People will eat the burritos and be happy. Maybe I'll make like $20. Oh, I met Clodagh yesterday and she was very nice. Maybe once I know her better I can convince her to go on adventures in the wilderness with me. She seems to like that sort of thing too and has similar intent to fight the wifey status.