Well, I have returned to NZ, a place I seem to end up when I have lost focus with my life. And then I get hungry again, find that spark, that passion, the why, the drive to do something bigger and more difficult than anything I've done before.
It's like leveling up in a game.
I find Wellington and the Hutt Valley pretty much like I left them. Not too many changes, and whatever ones I do note are rather insignificant. Some things will, and cannot ever change as well (like finding any nice Mexican food around these parts). The things I wished to do when I got to this city are the same as the last time I was here: look out over the city from Mt. Vic, eat some steak 'n cheese pies, and I suppose seeing my friends as well....
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