The Land of the Long White Cloud.

I am back.

In the beauty of my home, my city. The same, albeit slightly destroyed.

 It is wonderful to be home. I have been luxuriating in the wide open spaces, the constant smiles of the friendliest people in the world, the easy, laid back, happy-go-lucky nature of the lifestyle and being around (almost) all of my favourite people in the world.

 It is fantastic to see my family again, my brother even trekked over from Sydney to make my first few days back in the country that much more special.

I have been here almost 3 weeks now, absolutely indulging myself.
No work, no study, no job.
It really is glorious.
But things can't stay like this forever, and I guess, if I do think about it, I wouldn't want them to. I need something to do, an inspiration, a challenge and my visa and flight back to the other side of the world beckons.

LONDON.

This time, still Europe, but English. I love Europe. I do. But for now, rain, wind, chill followed by sunny skies and that sharp blue of the sky I've only found in NZ. Beach minutes afar, down streets I know in a car, all mine. Soft, clean carpet. A cupboard with the most amazing food, opportunity to bake, cook, clean, read, write, run, tennis, netball, surf and generally do anything I want to.

I will live here. Not now, but I'll be back.

If there's one thing I know, I will never ever leave NZ forever.

I will always, ALWAYS be back.