I lived in Te Whanganui-a-Tara from January 30, 1993 (aka birth) until May 2, 2022. The longest I’d been away, before now, was four weeks. But now I’ve been away for… seven or eight weeks. And counting. This is because I have moved to Australia. I left for the only reason I’d ever willingly move away from Aotearoa: love, duh. I’d always entertained the thought of expanding my horizons a bit at some point, but I doubt I ever would have gone through with it for anything else.
Mine is a pandemic romance. I don’t think we anticipated it still being a pandemic romance two years on, but here we all are. Bec and I got together in April 2020, when we were
