It's gonna be alright this time. I'm coming home

Ko Petanē ahau. Nō Aotearoa ahau. Kia ora koutou katoa. Ehara au nō konei, He kakano ahau, ruia mai i Aoteaoroa

Nostalgia and Patriotism go hand in hand

Starved For Your Attention... starved for your attention

Oh San Francisco, how I love thee.

So it's been A few days since I arrived, and I've done so much already! In many ways it all feels like a dream.
Flights on the other hand weren't such a dream. It's a lot harder to get comfy when you don't know the person next to you, and feel afraid to move for fear of disturbing them.

But after a 12 hour flight, a 2 hour delay, and a 1 hour flight, I made it.

I can't really be bothered to make this an eloquent post so you're just gonna get the bare headlines. Apologies.



The Golden Gate bridge was covered by the morning fog when we (Aunty Doris, my cousins Kaelyn and Nalei, and myself) drove across it, but it was beautiful nevertheless and after an hour or so of chilling at the other side it cleared up well. Tres belle, and helped it hit home that I had really arrived.



Went into downtown San Fran yesterday and caught the tram down and around to the pier. Such an awesome ride, with such great views of the city. Had a lot of fun hanging on to the side, although the wind decided to play havoc with my dress at times. Forward planning next time :/
I took a video returning from the pier which gets some really good views along the way. Unfortunately I didn't know that you can't hold the camera at a portrait angle for taking video. Another thing to remember for next time. Here it is anyway:



It's been amazing so far, and I'm so grateful for my American family looking after me - and humouring me - so well.

It is strange being in a city so large. The crowds are a constant reminder that I am certainly only a visitor to this beautiful city. A little overwhelming, for sure.

Stationary Stationery

Haven't written for a while.

It would be nice to report that I had actually found a life or got a new hobby or something, but no.
I got a twitter.
That's about all I've done.

America is coming around fast though, so I've been doing a lot to set that up. Roadtripped to Aucks with Davy, DP, and Dani; stayed for a couple of nights at a family friend's house and queued at the US embassy for about 2 hours.
And now it's just 26 days to go!!! And still so much to prepare...

Musicwise I'm still on the BTR train. Downloaded The Covers by Sam Tsui yesterday.
And stole a lot of new tunes from Davy's computer, which I'm yet to test drive. And going on a planning rampage trying to see as many live shows in America as my limited bank balance will allow!

That's all.. so I'll
Say goodnight and go.

You don't have to put on that red light

So it turns out I'm a music slut.

You know...
See something, get all hot over it, pursue madly, get in deep with it all, lose interest, because some other good looking thing has just walked past, put my object of lust on the back-burner with all the others.

Slut :(
And not too happy about it.
But it's time to face the truth.



This week my musical crush (and personal, perhaps) is Big Time Rush, and boy band... kinda... based on a tv show of the same name, on Nickelodean. Very simple, catchy songs. Good voices and understated harmonies.

And yes, again, I am in love.

How could I not be?!
(slut mentality reenters)

Very, very talented boys. Very, very sexy boys. So yep, definitely my latest personal crush also.

Very, VERY sexy boys.

But I haven't forgotten my past lovers!

The Ten Tenors still serenade me to sleep each night, and I frequent Jordan Pollard's page perhaps a little too much. Once I have sorted all these travel fees and rebuilt my bank balance, first thing on my shopping agenda is that album. That beautiful, beautiful album of Mr Pollard's.

UC Men's Octet is my general happy viewing still, Damien Rice my wailing music, Anberlin my driving/ walking/ travelling music, Sigur Ros for the magic moments, Westlife for everything, Death Cab for pondering,
Copeland... Coldplay... Imogen Heap... Family Force 5.

I really don't mean to desert my faithful lovers. I guess I just fall easily.
And eventually I return, even if it is with another man in tow.

But is it wrong?
Morally and all that. Musically.
To find new loves and fall quickly, madly, deeply.
Is it?

Because, I gotta admit. I kind of enjoy this sluttiness.
Really like it.
Couldn't think of a better way to do it.

Because the only other option I can see is to chose your two or three bands and steadfastly, loyally support them and ONLY them, and everything else can jump off a cliff for all I care.

That, or have a general disposition of apathy. Oh, yeah that's alright... maybe I'll listen to them again sometime... whatever.
Which doesn't truly count as living in my head. Flatline.




Well, I'd rather be a slut than a bitch. Or a vegetable.

Sincerely,
Roxanne