Thoughts on returning home

Before we landed in America, I was having romantic fantasies about what my arrival would be like.

It would be like Top Gun. My fighter jet would land on the aircraft carrier, and my commanding officer would say, welcome home, Maverick.

So it was wonderful and strange to find myself back in America. I understood most of the cultural references and people understood me.

But when people asked where I was from, I said, New Zealand. My husband would crack up, laughing, and I would be all, but I am! I am a Kiwi.

When we returned home to New Zealand, the immigration officer asked, how was your trip home.

And I was totally confused.

Because for me, now New Zealand is home.

Sunrise in Wellington