September 2013 – Settling into Life in One Place

Life soon settled in to something distressingly normal. My boss was fairly easy going and I managed to learn the cash up and ordering easily enough. I also got to go to yet more coffee training which was really interesting. As well as a refresher in how to make a decent shot and steam good milk I learned about the keeping the grind just right and we got a tour of the roasting facility where ampngst other things I learnt that coffee starts out green, who knew?! The rest of the staff continued to be friendly and after work drinks at a nearby pub soon became a regular thing, one I occasionally regretted when I had to get up at 5am the next day, oops.

Of course between the bread, pastries and wine I found my weight creeping up again so on the basis that it looked like I’d be around for while I joined a local gym. I found one that was a 5 minute walk from either work or the hostel which would at least not let me use the excuse it was too far away from either which I hoped would help me in establishing a new fitness regime.

One of the down sides of being a supervisor was that though I was full time my days off were Wednesday and Thursday. I thought this would be good for my attempt at getting fit as when there was nothing else to do and no-one to talk to surely I would want to go to the gym?? The down side of this was that it did make it rather difficult to socialise with my friends at the hostel. There were times (usually at 5am on a Saturday as I was leaving for work passing my friends coming in from their night out) when I did wonder if it was worth it. But there were instances that reminded me that though I didn’t get out much I still had friends around me. There were the numerous coffee ‘dates’ with a hostel friend who also worked in a cafe and therefore had similar hours to me. Yup you read that right. At the grand old age of thirty one I finally discovered the joy of coffee, as long as I was allowed to put chocolate of vanilla in it of course. Then there was the random day trip to Weta with a hostel friend, being included in the one of a kind hostel version of the game Guess Who and of course the amazing roast dinner cooked for me by two of my friends who wanted to show their appreciation for the daily fresh bread I shared and the odd bag of pastries and muffins that appeared, often on days I happened to be closing at the cafe. Life in one place might take some getting used to but overall first impressions were good. I was starting to think that maybe, this just might work out.

Of course being September there were going to be hard days. On the 17th I couldn’t help but remember Josh, remember our life together and as always the life he never got to live. My life and I are very different now, the now that was the month this post was set and different again in the now I write it. However this blog started with a journey that started when Josh’s life ended. These words are as true today as they were then. Which is why even though it was a year and a half ago I will end this post with the words I wrote on that day:

“Glad to have known you, so very sad you're gone. Miss you every day but especially on days like today. You were taken too soon. Love you always xxx”