Today. Final moving day. For the last three weeks we’ve been in transit and can now settle in somewhere for all intents and purposes permanently.
For two weeks of that time we lived again in Mamaku, 300m above Rotorua, where I’ve spent much of my life. I’d forgotten how beautiful it was for me. I’d let the 7ft annual rainfall, fog in the mornings distract me. And the cold. However it’ll be seeming positively tropical after a winter in Christchurch I imagine.
It’s a wildy place. One of my special ones.