Monday, February 22, 2010

Tanks for the Memories

It is a mere matter of hours before I leave this tiny island on the very corner of the world. I am teary, anxious and in a sense, relieved. It feels like I am leaving home- New Zealand has become a part of me- as cheesy and lame as that sounds. What started as a grand adventure abroad has ended in a million tiny lessons that I can carry with me to the next one, a lifetimes worth of spiritual luggage that starts with a wide base and curls in on itself over and over again each tiny arm holding tight to wisdom until I can unfurl it upon the world. Get it, like a fern. And since my year of musings had has come full circle, this will be the last entry made on this most dear blog o' mine. It's been one hell of a time.

I have to thank Da for his advice on the Maori way, Carl for his unwavering hospitality, Stony Ridge for their unabashed love of hedonism, Kiwi for his refusal to accept what's expected, Sue for her generosity and sincerity, Vince and Andie for their beautiful family, Deb for her humor, Claire and Martin for the highlife, Tess for her cynicism and love of under appreciated pop culture, Jedi for his wide-eyed amazement, Darren for his forthrightness, Derryn for his all-around fabulousness, Genea for her verve, Todd for his ineptitude, Sally for her sass, Swampy for his irrepressible work ethic, Garth for always joking, Cory and Taren for being too damn sweet, Reagan for never giving in, Family Ties Guy for never shutting up, Hippie for his smile, Karl for his imagination and passion, Sylvia for her energy, Bev for her kindness, David for his laughter, Tom for his laconic awesomeness, Leonie for her warmth, Jeremy for his endearing silence, Maggie for her spirit and of course, Ryan and Paula for their friendship and for their love. Thank you for reading and I hope you'll continue with me on my next half-cocked and insane adventure.