So, I’ve been growing a Moustache in the name of good causes for nearly a month now! I’ve not had a huge charitable responce, but hey it was still an interesting exercise; because I looked in the mirror today, and instead of seeing myself…I saw my Grampy?!?!!

How mad is that? Once the month is done, I will take a pic, and also scan a pic of Grampy so you can see what I mean! Funny old world….it’s a shame really. Despite the family resemblance this moustache has born; it isn’t here to stay - sadly; it’s pure torture….I hate moustaches!

In other news….I move into my new appartment (flat share with fellow MSD Colleague) on Thursday. I’ve booked the day off in preparation for the to’ing and fro’ing I’m going to have to do, to transfer my “Horde” over….the benefits of this new location? More space, sane (kinda) company, and close to the centre of city (paaaarty!!!!)….bring it on!

With the thunder, comes rain. Hail the size of golf balls. More rain, lightening that flashes across the whole place. All of this just an emotion inside the head. not real weather; but the weather of the human heart. Such is the journey of a person who suffers daily with depression. I have first hand knowledge of this. More so than I care to admit to the world, as I have always “managed” my weather without resorting to those lesser roads, of self depreciation including self harm etc…

The one thing that keeps me going I guess is my unique view of weather of any form, it is something mutable. It’s never permanent. Changes are all part of the human condition so - what’s the problem? Sometimes - meh! I just can’t ellaborate in a sufficient manner I guess what I realkly mean…..??? Maybe later…..

I don’t personally consider myself a sufferer of depression. Not any more. As any form of “episode” that hits me is short-lived enough to be brushed away in the blink of an eye. I’m lucky. Hundreds and Thousands out there don’t have the same luxury as me. That is why I decided to grow a moustache for November (Movember). Now we are at the halfway point; and I have yet to get a single pledge for the chosen charity which works with and for male depression. I guess I best pull my socks up eh? tell you what I’ll post a photo of my “MO’Bro” look soon!

Looks like I am on the move into a little flat share in the city, all the mod-cons and close to everything, and I mean everything! I can walk to work; and fall into the place after a night on the town. I do believe I may have found my own bit of Wellingtonian Nirvana!

Obviously I’m not there yet, and I don’t want to preempt anything; so I’ll post again once things are confirmed.

On the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month here in New Zealand I found a quiet moment with a colleague to spend 2 minutes in silent contemplation; thankful for the health we are able to enjoy through the sacrifice of those who fell for our futures.

We will remember, and for me, no matter where I am in the world. I will remember.