Home is great. I love it. Well, I don't love 56 hour work weeks, but at least it is refinancing my bank account much faster than it would be otherwise. But let me just say, thank god I move in to Gustavus tomorrow. YES I can officially say tomorrow. It's after midnight on Sunday.
The funny part about being home but having a home in New Zealand is that I am actually homesick for New Zealand. I miss it so much it aches sometimes. I think this is part of the post-study abroad feelings I was so dutifully ignoring the first few weeks of being home. It's not always so bad, but other times I wish I could walk two minutes and see the ocean, hear Kiwi accents and phrases and say them back without people giving me strange looks, watch Shortland Street with my flatmates, and stupidly complain about the humidity.
Home is great because it has all these people I love, and I love Minneapolis till death.. but it's not New Zealand. In New Zealand there were people I loved so much that I have had little to no contact since with since I've been home; whether that's all my fault or not is debatable. And skype is just not the same. Facebook and texting are not the same.
I miss the blue skies and green grass. I miss the smell of the ocean. I miss sheep. I miss walking down Parnell Road and stopping at the bakery to try to sample of the pecan roll. I miss having lots of chill time and being maybe a little bored, but never for too long. I miss feeling like my life was an adventure. I miss a couple of my flatmates and a few of my friends an extreme amount. Enough that I watch the ridiculous and/or embarrassing videos I have on my computer often just so I feel like they weren't people I made up. I miss complaining about the cost of food and the bus. I miss the rolling hills, the mountains, the beaches within relatively easy reach.
Basically, I am hardcore homesick for New Zealand. What a beautiful, amazing country, and what an amazing experience I was lucky enough to have. Can I go back soon? Pretty please?
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