I am loving being here so peaceful and the colours and moods constantly change.
Except when the place is swarming with police cos some high guy stabbed someone and jumped into the lake and drowned right next to the house. I think I am still just processing all that.
Hard to believe I have been in Rotorua now for 18 months and I am starting to feel like a local. It’s been intense, met wonderful people and lost contact with some dear friends, but some links are never broken and I am sure this crazy life has way for our lives to touch again with new understanding and perspective. I could never have ever imagined my life leading me here, but life just has a way of ignoring my best laid plans and hopes.
The best we can hope for is to keep communications open and honour the uniqueness that we are no matter what others think.
Short trip back to Washington state to give up my green card and close my US life, from now on I will just be a visitor but sad as it is to say goodbye I can now focus more on building a life here for myself.
Hard to believe what I thought would be a few weeks has been over a year and no end in sight. But its Christmas with the Pohutakawa blooming brightly everywhere and in between rain showers we are have a humid damp summer.
After such a wet wet winter finally it’s spring with blossom everywhere and…. it’s still wet. Who knew I would still be in Rotorua after so long.
Making art out of my photos … but now what to do with it?
The Traveling Kiwi 