The world is full of homesick kiwis...
Autor: Jien
Seriously, it's like with that relationship you think you've defenitely overcome but as soon as you see something that reminds you it's all coming back to you and you end up extra-salting your food/coffee/whatever.
It's like a disease since I know I'm not the first one and won't be the last to be falling on it (I envy all the folk about to head over there but I also feel sorry for them because the incubate time is over for good).
Anyway, I finally found a (good!) reason for myself to graduate (since I still belong to the 75% of fortunate people who don't know what to do with themselves after the schoolish safety of being guided or drilled towards a certain aim): I'm jetting back to New Zealand and I'm not coming back until I've seen everything I wanted to and made sure I got enough new zealandishness about me to last for a few more years (without falling into depressions)
Ok, the money question will eventually set a reasonable limit to my trip but I have to fill up my LßP-stock, catch up with all the people whos addresses I still got, but who apparently never figured out how to use a keyboard in time to write me (-.-) and probably getting so lost I won't find my way back to Germany (small hopes...)
Well, who knows...
By the way, that's my house in New Zealand, which I am literally entitled to call mine as it is firstly the one I lived in most of my time in NZ, and secondly my hostmum Jeanne made it utterly clear that I am welcome there at any time - even it she's not there (eg. visiting Australia^^).
It's a great feeling to have this second home halfway around the globe where you can always come back and I guess that this is also one of the things I treasure most about my year abroad: The knowledge that you can always go away and live someplace else because you a) managed once before and b) have an alternate place to go.