I have been out of Wellington for one full day.
8 years of life in the windy city. 8 years of friends, from the university hall, to my wonderful work. 8 years of working for Births, Deaths & Marriages (my last day was a total whirlwind of emotion, I can’t even). 8 years of living on the Terrace, Taranaki Street, Plunket Street, Raroa Road, Devon Street. 8 years of drama, boyfriends, crushes, new friends, old friends. 8 years includes: one year of snow, one terrible flatmate and 3 cats.
It’s the end of an era.
I’ve moved from the Harbour City, to the Bay of Plenty. For two weeks. Then, I’m heading to London.
(but before i begin: these moments & crazy cats made my time in Wellington so special. without these, i would have moved back home years ago.)