Once upon a time I lived in New Zealand.
For several years I was a kiwi, born and bred in my own mind. I loved the people, I loved the country, and I loved a boy.
I have missed it every single day for 6 years, 8 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day. I feel like I left the whole of my heart in that place.
While I was there, I was given a name by a local Maori chieftain. The name meant "She who loves this land". To this day, I have struggled with being this far away from a place that feels like my home.
So I think that I'm going to tell a few stories about my time in Aotearoa. The stories I tell will most likely be humorous, but I may tell you the story of my tragic heartbreak. I will then immediately pray that no one reads my blog.
For several years I was a kiwi, born and bred in my own mind. I loved the people, I loved the country, and I loved a boy.
I have missed it every single day for 6 years, 8 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day. I feel like I left the whole of my heart in that place.
While I was there, I was given a name by a local Maori chieftain. The name meant "She who loves this land". To this day, I have struggled with being this far away from a place that feels like my home.
So I think that I'm going to tell a few stories about my time in Aotearoa. The stories I tell will most likely be humorous, but I may tell you the story of my tragic heartbreak. I will then immediately pray that no one reads my blog.
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