I left Canada on Sunday and was arriving in Auckland on Tuesday (Monday…what the hell happened to you!!!) and would need to hit the ground running. Forget jet lag as I needed to get the keys to my new flat (yes, I get how I could have gotten screwed in this scenario but thankfully it didn’t happen); organize the movers and get all my things from storage and into the new flat; get over to the pub by noon to watch Game 3; and then get back to the flat to deal with getting settled once again.
Big day with a lot to get done but I was focused. I kept telling myself that this wasn’t as bad as it seemed and that soon I would be at the pub. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the movers hauled everything into my new flat. What kept me motivated was that I was going to see the Canucks win game 3.
Everything had gone exactly as planned until I got to the pub. There is only one pub in Auckland that plays the game and I was there amongst all the people who were on my Vancouver – Auckland flight. It was nice to be surrounded by fellow Canadians (mainly from Vancouver) who were as excited about the game as I was. What I hadn’t accounted for in my plan was Boston winning game 3. It was disgusting. It was devastating. It was too much for all of us.
I was counting on the win to give me my second wind but I was out of luck. All I could do was the slow walk back to my new flat (sadly, there’s also a slight hill), a quick search for my bedding and dumping the mattress on the ground and calling it a day. What a day! I was back in Auckland…my Canucks had lost…and I now had to call this strange new place home! I knew that going to bed before 5pm was a bad idea that would make adjusting to the time zone rather difficult but at that moment nothing mattered as the only thing that would brighten my day was sleep.