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I'm tired. But aren't we all? It is one thing each day that I grow tired of. Today I grow tired of myself, and each day after this a little more. Why does life become so unexciting as you grow older? Perhaps I am simply tired of my life in such a small country. No matter where I turn there is a dairy at the end of every street corner, a television in every persons lounge and meat and three veg' on the dinner table.

My feet are growing itchier every day, and yet in my current situation I am only to scratch the itch away because although they want to walk all over the world it isn't their time yet. Barefoot I trot about this small farm in my small town in this even smaller country. I am waiting for 12 months to pass me by and so far I am three months into my waiting period. I must find a full time job, pay off my bills, finish my degree, and then save to travel the world. And I have 12 months. It seems such an impossibility, but my head is strong and so my feet must be too. Kia Kaha toes, you will be on your way soon enough.

This living, this living...