One morning, two packages.

I got up this morning and checked the parcel tracking on my Canadian passport to find it had not only been sent but was already with a courier in Dunedin.

My new passport, my old one (though now with a corner chopped off - which I assume is for reasons) and my citizenship certificate (which seems to have expired and be mostly useless now anyway) have all been returned to me.

Canada can't keep me out now.  In fact, if I end up illegally in a third country, I could even get deported to Canada (which I guess has been true since 2006 (and possibly for my whole life, but less certainly)) but having the valid passport makes it seem more likely.

Then I went to shower and another package arrived.  Food and random candles from a friend.
It may also have slightly led to accidentally flashing an elderly mailman - who seemed maybe too happy about the outcome as he tried to get me into a conversation when I just wanted to get back in my house.

Then I left the house, visiting the semi-imaginary-one briefly (first time ever just inviting myself over like a normal person in a relationship would) on the way to town to get my glasses adjusted by the awkward man made of elbows at the optometrist.

I bumped into one of my favourite people (also, one of my favourite Claires) and had a nice chat and wander.  Friends are good to have.  I hate people, but the few people that I don't hate are pretty damn amazing.