airport, wellington, loml?!

The real conspiracy is not what they're hiding under airports but its inherit dumbing effect. 

Case and point:

Is there a giant invisible stupid sauce squirter overlooking the entire structure? because it sure does feel like that to me! And no I'm not talking about other people acting like fools, its me! Im the idiot its me! The moment I stepped into that building, suddenly I didn't know my left from my right, no concept of downstairs and street level, and through it all, the fomo hit like intense cabin pressurization.

The luxury to travel hundreds of miles in just a few minutes is very much greatly appreciated, no shade to the lovely airplanes that are o so kind to let us in their vessel. Its just that the process leading up to all that is such a pain. And the fact that my fellow scholars were discussing amongst themselves a myriad of things about the creation of this very blog... I wanted nothing more than to magically conjure a bed and spend my day decaying (daycaying... I should wake ts up) with people on the other side of the screen </3.

Now for positives, Welly is gorgeous. She very well may be the definition of home. The view was spectacular and the government buildings were all in one place ughhh it was paradise. Side note, in the past I kept forgetting that its the capital of NZ. Safe to say after this trip, I will never ever forget. We wanted to dine near the seaside but time was urgently cruel. It would have made for great insta pics to feast on but alas. Welly's allure has lead me to the conclusion that I should travel more, maybe find a place to settle in the near future. Speaking of the future... I had the most romantic encounter to date. 

She was ethereal, unreal, almost like a figment of my imagination (she is real, my brother has confirmed). There were a total of 1 brief conversation, 3 exchanged smiles, and 6 eye contacts MAX. Dear pixels on my phone... could she have been the one? Sadly I was far too enamored to actually ask for her contact details (ik, I have punished myself accordingly) but I do know where she lives. 

And because my first blog post has to end on a positive note, I will spin this mishap into an opportunity. If fate shall grant me a second meeting, we are meant to be. Also, she speaks the same dialect as me wow we have so much in common already!!

P.S. casually saw david seymour but could not decide in time if he was worthy to be in my camera roll.