Perhaps it's the pint of Isaac's Apple Cider that I just consumed, or maybe it's watching the green terrain of New Zealand fade into the distance, but I'm feeling awfully nostalgic. I was once written a letter by a dear friend who proposed that what makes traveling so special is the fleeting nature of it all. On every occasion I would full heartedly agree, but for some reason this occasion seems different. Once again, with a broken heart, I find myself rushing out of a country as a coping mechanism in attempts to distance myself from the one degree of separation in Auckland. I suppose it's well needed time to recover from the exhaustion of trying to carry a relationship that always had an expiration date on it.
One thing I do know though, is that Kiwi's made an impact on my life greater than what I expected. It's quite easy to take for granted the people you see everyday. The elderly religious couple that sing about the word of God on Queen St. The employees that you grow close to during ridiculous shifts and snobby customers. The friends you lean on in hopes that they provide you with sage words of advice. It's not until you're on a plane eating an unexpectedly delicious curry that you begin to realize how much you'll miss the people that played an essential role in your life for the last year.
It's an odd thing when you solidify your plans for the future, only to realize how much better things are going. An awesome gig on a food truck with a man that cares about quality rather than the amount of green in his pocket. A sun that found the courage to come out of hibernation. A glimmer of your lost self esteem by friends telling you how you've changed their life. That at its very origins, you had the amazing opportunity to assist in facilitating these unique personalities into a tight knit family.
I suppose, to sum it all up, and you know who you are; I want to thank you for sharing your life with me. I want to thank you for partaking in adventures that'll forever be ingrained in your mind if someone asks you for a good story. I want to thank you for being an ear to listen to me complain, a smile for me through my adolescent humor, and admiring my childlike sense of wonder. I want to thank you for walking me right up to the international departures gate, for coming to the countless number of evens I planned, and for being my roommate, even though you leave the occasional poo in the toilet. I want you to know that I cry at moments when I'm overwhelmed with joy or burdened with a great loss, and it's hard for me to decipher why I'm crying right now.
Thank you for bringing meaning to my wandering soul New Zealand.
With Love,
Cam
One thing I do know though, is that Kiwi's made an impact on my life greater than what I expected. It's quite easy to take for granted the people you see everyday. The elderly religious couple that sing about the word of God on Queen St. The employees that you grow close to during ridiculous shifts and snobby customers. The friends you lean on in hopes that they provide you with sage words of advice. It's not until you're on a plane eating an unexpectedly delicious curry that you begin to realize how much you'll miss the people that played an essential role in your life for the last year.
It's an odd thing when you solidify your plans for the future, only to realize how much better things are going. An awesome gig on a food truck with a man that cares about quality rather than the amount of green in his pocket. A sun that found the courage to come out of hibernation. A glimmer of your lost self esteem by friends telling you how you've changed their life. That at its very origins, you had the amazing opportunity to assist in facilitating these unique personalities into a tight knit family.
I suppose, to sum it all up, and you know who you are; I want to thank you for sharing your life with me. I want to thank you for partaking in adventures that'll forever be ingrained in your mind if someone asks you for a good story. I want to thank you for being an ear to listen to me complain, a smile for me through my adolescent humor, and admiring my childlike sense of wonder. I want to thank you for walking me right up to the international departures gate, for coming to the countless number of evens I planned, and for being my roommate, even though you leave the occasional poo in the toilet. I want you to know that I cry at moments when I'm overwhelmed with joy or burdened with a great loss, and it's hard for me to decipher why I'm crying right now.
Thank you for bringing meaning to my wandering soul New Zealand.
With Love,
Cam
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