Goodbye, New Zealand
For those who don’t know, I’ve been living in New Zealand for the past two years. Last week, I left.
It’s no more than one stage of my life finishing, and another beginning. But the memories created while at the bottom (or top?) of the world have been among the best in my life.
Obviously there are some things I won’t miss. The excessive drinking culture. The reckless drivers. The ridiculously expensive books.
But no country is perfect, and I have nothing but fondness for the small country at the end of the world. Five things I will miss the most: […]
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