#1058 Home is where the heart is

I'm home! And never happier to be here. After a lengthy 32 hour trip from Paris to Auckland - complete with 12 year old boy spewing in the seat next to me from Dubai to Brisbane - I arrived back in NZ at three in the afternoon, went home, had a shower, got dressed and made it to the wedding of my good friends Anna and Zachariah at four. Since then, I've seen a few friends, developed the Swine, freaked out over the humidity, gone to bed at seven, woken up at six. But seriously. There's no place like home. It's never felt so good to see my flatmates, sit in the sun, drive, sleep in my bed, complain about the Auckland humidity. Home is where the heart is.

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