I am grateful for different cities, for large ones and small ones. I am grateful that my new home does not have bitter winds and that it has caused me to realize that Wellington really does , I just never knew any different. I have noticed that I have always lived on a hill and that flying into Wellington at night is incredibly beautiful. Its true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, although I don’t think the author of that saying had certain cities in mind. What is true though is that I came home to a house filled with flowers, every single room, so I think Wellington missed me , or a certain someone at least. I thought when I moved to Auckland I would be starting a new home and leaving the other behind, but it turns out I now have two homes, how incredibly lucky is that !