this is the view from the kitchen. seriously.
If you’ve been reading Yes and Yes for any amount of time, you’re probably aware of my fondness for cats, cheese and New Zealand. I own a cat named Rasputin, I eat a lot of cheese and I used to live in New Zealand. In the future, I would like to own New Zealand and live in some cheese. If you can make that happen, please email me immediately so we can get married.
After traveling through India, Nepal, Thailand, Laos and Malaysia for the last four months, I was thrilled (thrilled!) to end my trip in my second home of Wellington, New Zealand. I lived here for a year and a half while earning my MA in Applied Linguistics at the University of Victoria. During my 12-hour bus rides in Nepal, I fantasized about walking along Oriental Parade. While I was showering out of a bucket in India, I thought about taking the red trolley up to the botanical gardens. While I was throwing up on the train to Bangalore, I was wishing I hadn’t eaten train food. And then when I was done thinking about that, I thought about drinking a flat white at Fidel’s.Wellington really is a home away from home for me and New Zealand is sort of my spiritual homeland. All the traveling and hiking kiwis do, their commitment to the environment and their love of good dairy products? They’re my people.So I was obviously looking forward to coming back to windy, windy Wellington.
But here’s where it get’s magical.
Three years after I left, I’ve moved back into my old flat. With my old flatmates.
We lived in one of the best flats in the city. Sunny, high-ceiling-ed, on a mountain, over looking the bay, a five minute walk from Courtney Place and priced well below market value because our landlord is fairly useless. So my friends have renewed lease after lease and now I’m back. The shower stall is still cracked, the stove still doesn’t shut completely and my teapot, toaster and throw pillows are still in use.I’ve spent the last two days, wandering around town, checking out my old haunts and catching up with friends. I’ve also been that girl with a smile plastered to her face, muttering under her breath “I can’t believe I’m back here.” Wellington, if I could hug you, I would.Do you have a spiritual homeland? Or a second hometown?