It feels weird to be leaving home for home but I'm ready to return to my house. My heart is split. In Christchurch I need to sort the house out, I've only just started. But I feel emotional getting on the plane. I'm a step closer to closing a door of my life. The door of my childhood, adolescence and early adulthood. I feel older, a step closer to the end. It is the end of an era. Nearly.
The ride out is turbulent and I hang on to the seat in front. We circle to gain altitude, tipped sideways and dropping to ride the winds to safety. But we get to Christchurch in one piece. It's like stepping into an oven. I ring Mark but he's too drunk to pick me up so I catch an Ola. On the way I get a call from Mark to say he's at the airport. When he arrives home he wants to pick Kahu up. I take his keys. I'm angry, frustrated and flabbergasted, but I've been here many times before.
It's another scorcher and we go to the beach later. Alex didn't know Mark was coming and is pleasantly surprised. Judith comes for dinner, Graeme appears after touch, and Steve. It's like old times sitting round the table. Old times but our lives have moved on. Kahu tries out his height but is still slightly shorter than his dad. Nearly but not quite. I'm missing Central Otago but glad to be home.
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