Home

You know that feeling coming home from holiday? It starts a day or two (or more days, depending how exciting your holiday is) before you planned to go back. You start to long for your own bed, clean clothes, a fresh shower in your own bathroom and more of such comforts of home. The feeling gets stronger when you arrive in familiar surroundings. A KLM-stewardess with blond hair, flat land, ANWB-signs, windmills, you name it.

Well, a week ago we experienced it, but not on our way to Holland. No, on our way to Nelson. We drove from the mountains down into farmland. And not with one or two farms like before, but with heaps of farms! Then we saw the familiar signs of Wakefield, Richmond, Kentucky fried chicken and the motorway. Back into civilization! The drive along Tasman bay and up the mountain confirmed our destination. Home! Yes, people. After months of integration and “inburgering” (would there be a correct English word for that?) we finally received a true confirmation that we call 101 Princes Drive our home. Sweet as…