The homecoming
Coming home is indeed sweet. After a bout of homesickness in the last few days of my trip, I was ready to fly the dreaded 24 hour journey back to Wellington and see my family, cats, colleagues and friends. The flights were long but helped a little by having a man from Wellington seated next to me. We chatted a lot about Wellington, its troubles and its hopes. We went through security together and it was nice to have met someone who had also been travelling the last three weeks around Europe (and in his case, North Africa) and coming home the same day. I see him sometimes walking past my window and we’ve said hi on the street. I arrived home to a messy, overfilled house and cats who had missed me, and their routine. The kids came over a few hours later and it was back to busy life. This last post has been difficult to write because I have been getting straight back into everyday life, at work and at home, sorting out some logistics, and procrastinating also. I’ve needed some space from ...