one more day

We're staying in Wellington at least one more day before setting off on a road trip around the North Island (and eventually heading to the South Island, if our current plan holds). We've moved out of our apartment, packed almost everything we own in the car and are just trying to tie up as many loose ends as we can (as well as perhaps one more night out with the friends we have here).
We've lived in Wellington for about seven months, almost the entire time we've been in New Zealand. I remember the morning we landed in Auckland, getting in at about 5 a.m. after a 12-hour flight, the jet-lag and early-morning, low-lying fog combined to give NZ an eerie, surreal appearance. The atmosphere amplified the veneer of strangeness everywhere is covered in the first time you see it. Now, however, the strangeness is gone, replaced by the familiar. We've been nearly everywhere in New Zealand, at least driven by the general area. I know how to say the placenames. I know the street grid, and I know what businesses are where. I know where the bars are, where the restaurants are, where the little shops are. I can remember what it was like when the city was strange to me, but now it's like another place altogether.
The country as a whole has a bit of that feel, although once we're on the road we'll feel like travellers again, and we'll be in places unfamiliar enough to explore.
It's a feeling anyone who's moved anywhere knows - eventually a new place is an old place, even if it's New Zealand (or South Korea - sorry Stephen, I started this post after I read yours, but didn't mean for it to be such a blatant ripoff).
As the newness wore off in Wellington, the familiarity brought with it a growing set of friends. It'll be good to dip back into the traveling world of the new and unfamiliar, but it'll be tough to dip back into the traveling world of no friends to call upon.