There is nothing more precious than time. When I’m home in New Zealand, my main focus is spending quality time with my family and friends, but they are sweet enough to indulge my insatiable curiosity about our nation and we end up exploring in between coffees.
My home country is astonishingly beautiful, exceedingly friendly, full of easy-going locals and, unfortunately, literally on the other side of the world from my adopted home, so every moment, every peal of laughter seems even more precious.
My trip began with spending time with my lovely sister and auntie – we filled a couple of days with catching up, crosswords and soaking in the sunshine (not to mention a cheeky trip to my sister and I’s favourite Auckland cafe as we reminisced about the last time we brunched (and accidentally ended on a volcano rim.)
Then I meandered down to spend some time with my dad & stepmum near Tauranga. We managed to fit in a gorgeous trip up to the Coromandel coast, where the weather was utterly gorgeous for our whole stay.
How much trouble I’ll get into for the above photo by my photo-shy stepmum, who knows!
Returning to their home (and popping in for a delicious lunch with my aunt, uncle and cousin) we explored the bewitching Looking Glass Gardens with my step-bro & whanau…
…and sipped coffee with my lovely cousin.
Time slipped by all too quickly, and before I knew it, it was time to travel further down the country to Wellington, spending time with my dad, brother, brother’s long-suffering girlfriend and the two cutest nephews that an absent aunt could wish for.
I wish sometimes that it was possible slow down time on command.
Gathering around the kitchen table (my temporary PA was fantastic)…
…sitting in my best friends garden with her partner and their menagerie of banana cake munching pets…
…and the last night of my trip dining with my sister and two of my lovely repatriated friends.
They’re all memories that won’t mean much to anyone else (bar the people involved), but I’ve got them locked in my heart.