Notes from my Kiwi tossed salad.

I usually feel like an outsider. I am cursed with a need to assimilate. I want to be in the melting pot.

With a visit to the USA on the horizon, I suddenly feel more comfortable here in New Zealand.

When my critics chop me down to size, I say, “Like it or not, this is who I am.”

Preparation for reverse culture shock begins NOW.