Photo op for Tony Abbott
The Belle at fast speed
The excellent barista.
Wall art....
90 year old gym junkie!
On checking out the news I discover that I actually missd the most exciting part of the footy game on Saturday night. Oz scored in the last minute for a win, but the try was disallowed because of a suspect forward pass. Such a win for the Kiwis who did walk away with the trophy, but the Aussies still had their pride. Theirs was, after all, a second string team.
After this bout of national pride it is interesting to see how my plans for a return to Oz are slowly but surely taking place. Of course there are new friendships like J to consider, but she knows already of my impending departure, sometime. And really what else is there to to consider? BP won't miss me, the swimmers won't miss me, the Ti Whanawhana I will be sad to leave, but really, I am not Maori and never will be. My blood remains Anglo Celtic and I am four generations Australian. And Eckankar, my major reason for moving anywhere, I believe now has more things for me to do in my native country than here in these adopted isles. Things are done differently here I discover, and that is how it is. Big challenges await me in Oz.
I looked at my recent dream diary and discovered many dreams situated in my home town of Gosford, so it may well be there where I relocate. After all, my good friend PK wants me so much to live in his Gosford house, which I suppose, at a pinch, I could do. After all, one thing I have learned in these years of moving house, is that possessions and place are not essential to one's well being. Although a flat of my own is still an attractive prospect. However that can still eventuate once I am back on home turf and where I can organise things more simply and clearly. May be the 'way to go' as they say in the vernacular.
We'll see, I must not forget that patience has been the virtue I am learning most in Kiwiland.
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