It's such an odd mixture of emotions.
There are certainly things I am happy to return to--family and friends for one. And not having to "top up" my phone credit every month and having to worry about who has Telecom and who has Vodafone. Faster internet has been good (especially for skyping, and recently, Oovooing...)
But there are plenty of things I miss about New Zealand.
I miss my friends and Waiteata. I miss VUW. I even miss the ridiculous hills to an extent. I miss the scenery, of course. I miss the tramping trips. I miss the bird-chirp sound that happens when the street signs tell us its okay to walk. I miss Cuba Street. I miss JJ Murphy, Mighty Mighty, Good Luck. I miss Temperance Bar's Tuesday night jazz jam sessions. I miss the Varsity Singers. I miss the Street and my Traction group there. I miss hokey pokey and Tim Tams. I miss Cadbury's Coconut Rough chocolate. I miss group dinners. I miss the bazillion cafes that are always open and always around. I miss midnight kebabs. I miss music jam sessions in Te Puni with Andy, Nacho, Lenny, and Bryce. I miss Thursday night poker. I miss being the one with the accent! I miss Tui.
Being home is difficult. There's no sugar coating or getting around that fact. Reverse culture-shock is intense. But each day it gets a little easier. I'm starting to hang out with and talk to people. And I'm very lucky to have such a great support system.
Also:
It snowed today in CO... maybe we'll have a white Christmas!
It's been the first time all winter that I've felt like its Christmas-time. Merry Christmas everyone.
There's snow in this photo, even though you can't see....
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