After the wedding, I headed back to Auckland. My heart was both happy and sad at the same time. I loved seeing all my friends, loved catching up with them… but there was a pang of nostalgia when I realised how far away I now was. Somehow seeing everyone else moving on made me feel very left out. Even more so when those who were younger than me were now getting married.
Maybe this is the curse of those who go on to do continued study. You become stuck in one place for four or more years, while your peers go on and get married, have babies, advance in their careers. But enough melodrama and introspection for one day. Back to the beauty of Auckland.
Dad and I went for one more walk up another volcano. This time it was Mt Wellington. The view is perhaps a little less inspiring; the area around Mt Wellington is filled with warehouses and other not so pretty buildings. But it’s easy to forget this once you reach the peak.
You can look out towards the city and, on a clear day, gaze out at Rangitoto Island.
I must say that the beautiful weather, the clear skies, the soft breeze did a lot to break me out of my funk. But more on that another day. I leave you with this last picture from a holiday that was too short. NZ, I will be back!