May 13, 2003

• I couldn’t find a car park at the train station, so after missing the 8.06am train whilst searching, I parked in the 3hr section of the supermarket car park.
  

  I hope I don’t get towed. *pulls a face*
  

  So I jump on the 8.15am train and sit down next to a woman who looks like she’s reading. As the train pulls out of the station, I realize she’s sketching. With charcoal. And very well I might add.
  

  “Oh you lucky thing!” I gasp.
  

  “Huh?”
  

  I explain that I’m an artist and that we are moving house and that all my art supplies have been packed away, and so we start chatting about arty stuff.
  

  About 5mins into the conversation she says “You’re you from New Zealand?”
  

  “Picton, via Wellington” I smile.
  

  She clasps her hand to her heart and exclaims “Christchurch!”
  

  So we chat about being kiwi's living in Australia, and about art, and sailing, and seafood and stuff -- when all of a sudden we both look up and we are at her stop.
  

  “We are moving on Friday, but would you like my phone number?” I say.
  

  “Oh yes! I’ll ring you before Friday and give you my number. My name is Annie by the way”.
  

  I dig in my handbag and come up with a used car sales card, scrawl my name and number on it, and hand it to her as she gets up to leave. “Davena.”
  

  “I’ll call you!” she yells as she gets off the train.
  

  And I hope she does.
  

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