Because sometimes expat life really sucks. There are some things that you think would be easier to deal with if you were somewhat less than eleven thousand kilometres from home. I’m getting bad news, the kind of news that isn’t going to get good. There’s really very little I could do even if I were in New Zealand, even less from here.
But this is news I’ve been expecting for a long time now.
Doesn’t make it any easier. Doesn’t make it cut any less.
And the memories. I must catch them. These are memories that form a very important part of my early childhood. I need them.
