There’s no place like home

And after a long uncomfortable flight, I’m back home in NZ. That’s me in the background fiddling with my watch, but I felt as happy as my big friend Etienne coming out of the water that morning. (and credit to Tracy, wife of Malcolm on the left and a prolific photographer and videographer, for the photo)

I was glad to see that the US wasn’t a smoking ruin. On some level I thought that four years of Trump and two years of the pandemic might have wrecked everything. But no, most things were just normal. But I still count myself lucky to have found a different place, a slightly different way of building a society.

Never say forever, but NZ is really nice and I hope we’ll get to keep on enjoying it for a long time.