Home Time!

Well thats not entirely true. I'm not sure if the South Island is really even home these days or not. The end of this year will mean 6 years in Auckland which is 1/3 of my life. The lines of what equals "home" blurs a little as you get older. I still consider where my parents are as home, but I go back to see them, stay for a couple of weeks and start to miss my Auckland home. It gets more and more confusing the more I think about it.

I like to think that home is where my pillow is. I'm quite attached to my particular pillow and always miss it when I'm away. This holiday though I'm taking my pillow and my sense of home with me. It shall be good times.

But on brighter, simpler notes I'M GOING TO MY BIRTHPLACE! And get to have hugs with mum and dad and cuddles with my niece which should be awesome. Also my little sister is getting married so there is cause for some decent summer celebrations!