It’s no secret: I love Wellington. It’s rather unfortunate that I wasn’t able to make it my home while in New Zealand. Christchurch is nice and all (and comes with the uber handy well-paying job!), but Wellington is just everything that I hoped my time in this country would be. It looks completely different than Toronto: I love how all of the houses are white, either perched precariously on the hills or nestled at their bases. I love the harbourfront with its super blue water. It’s cafés and bars are …

I few weeks ago I received an email from an American who had saw a post of mine on a New Zealand Facebook page. He wrote me asking if I had any advice for him as he was planning to move here in a few months and wanted to know things that the guidebooks just dont tell you.
Work visas
When I was younger, I thought that having a Canadian passport meant that I could work for six months in any Commonwealth country no questions asked. It was a benefit of being …

Wellington is my most favouritist city in New Zealand. I tried ridiculously hard to find work and a life there, but it just wasn’t meant to be. So far Ive been there three times, with another trip scheduled for November 2009. I also plan one final visit on my way north in February 2010 to say goodbye to friends Ive made there.
Wellington
Island Bay, a Wellington suburb

I love Wellington. I love the way the city looks and feels, the people. The cafes and presumably the bars (I say presumably because Ive yet to set foot in one). I love the weather, and the hills and how there seems to be water in every direction. I love pretty much everything about this city, except for the small bit about me not finding work here. In another week I would have run out of rent money, and since Id rather not have to wonder what my options would …

I’ve come to the close of my first week in Wellington. I’ve pounded the pavement in search of work and flat, without much luck in either area. As I can only stay where Im at a few more days, plans need to be made and FAST. Here is what Ive come up with.

It’s morning, Day Four. Ive been in Wellington since Sunday afternoon, and throwing everything Ive got at the city in hopes of finding a home and a job.

Airplane window seats are wasted on newspaper-readers. Really. What is the point in having that primo seat if all you are going to do is read the NZ Herald the entire flight, not only ignoring the beautiful scenery outside, but making it so that no one else can either? Harrumph. Usually I ask for the window seat, but this time I found myself rushing to check in.
Yesterday I flew Air New Zealand from Auckland to Wellington. A very short hop across the North Island, it only took an hour to …