Boarding an 11 hour flight from Auckland to San Francisco is relatively easy. Leaving behind the friends and memories of New Zealand is not.
I’ll be flying back to the States for a few day stopover in San Francisco before I head to Peru (aaaah).
It’s odd to think that I’ll be only a few hours from home, but I won’t actually see home until the end of the summer.
And it’s odd to think that three weeks ago I had no connections in New Zealand, and that after meeting just a few people it seemed like a new home had formed–if only for a little while.
Hellos and goodbyes. Oh man.