Our life still sports that surreal, Technicolor glow it adopted four months ago. Our first few weeks in New Zealand felt like a holiday but weren’t. Although I have not once regretted leaving Dubai, I still miss my friends awfully, and the routine: the shape of a day. Oh, and air conditioning: the weather here is sweltering.
Husband slipped right back into Kiwiland, addressing everything as ‘mate’ and snorting tinnies in his shorts. Give the man a pair of jandals and he will be native.
Me, I’m working it out more slowly. Subconsciously I expected everything to miraculously fall in place upon arrival in New Zealand – here’s the house, here’s the car, here’s the dog – and of course, it didn’t. There are times I feel overwhelmed and isolated by the whole adventure, despite Husband’s family being hugely welcoming