One Hundred and Fourteen Days of New Zealand
Sitting here writing this I’m finding it hard to believe that I have been in New Zealand for over three months. This is the longest and furthest I have ever been away from home: from my family, my friends and the familiar rhythm of my life in Sheffield. Of course, we are all living with upside down routines and have found ourselves in some form or another during the last 10 months living without the security of our roots. Dancing with uncertainty on a sometimes daily basis. My husband and I decided that we were going to apply to come here to New Zealand on our annual family holiday to Wales in November 2019. I remember us walking and talking on the Great Orme in Llandudno. It was cold and brisk and the nights were drawing in rapidly reminding me that I was chasing sunlight from the moment I woke up. We stood on the cliff side watching a pair of seals darting between the waves with grace and ease. We spoke about our ‘why’ …