Yesterday marked six months since we landed on New Zealand soil. This move has been one of the most difficult I’ve ever experienced, because for the first time, I was starting over completely. This week, for the first time, I’ve felt truly at home in Dunedin. Everything’s coming together. Everything’s working out just fine.
Despite it being the dead of winter and the Met Service predicting snow Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, fresh blooms peep out around every corner.
The past six months have felt like forever. In six more months I will be 27. In six more months I will have read at least 25 more novels. In six more months the kittens will be massive.