I remember sitting at my dining room table two nights before I left writing for hours. Reading the letters now reminds me how I felt - "Two nights left in NZ its crazy, but it still hasn't really hit me I'm leaving."
If it hadn't already, tonight it hit me.
"I think of the last time you spoke to me
you said everything has a meaning
oh everything happens for a reason
but when someones alone
the words aren't that strong
and i just long
for someone to be around
someone to be around"
-Six60
And thats so true, there have been several moments since I've been here, where all I long for is that someone to be around, the way it was in New Zealand. Sometimes when I think of everyone back home, and the last time I saw them, I miss them more than anything - you all know who you are, and this is dedicated to you.
"The family"
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