It is a funny little Wellington I live in. This little biosphere of intelligent people making their way in the wind.
I heard an interesting statistic the other day. It may just be hearsay, but most of the interesting ones are anyway, aren't they?
Apparently there are seven single women in Wellington for every one single man. My first thought that came to mind was 'where is this one single man?'
I can easily identify the screaming hordes of single women, but the single man? Perhaps he is at the bottom of a pile somewhere. If you peel all the single women away, he will be cowering at the bottom. Or has been driven into hiding by the constant and incessant harassment from seven single women.
Today is our last Friday in 74a. It has been a great ride with my beautiful flatmates. Tomorrow we go our separate ways. Off for more wonderful adventures. I'll miss the red wines, the cups of tea, the condiments and our insanely good shower. I'll miss stealing your products in the bathroom, and I'll miss hearing the late night music drift through the walls.
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