Life has a way of showing us the path. Today is one of those days. My head is margarita fuzzy but my desire to give Sousa back the Suzuki is clear as a bell. I've explained the technical issues- radiator and hand brake light- but she's welcoming back an old friend. We celebrate at a cafe down the road then I'm off to meet a retired Papanui colleague, Jude. Odd seeing each other in another setting. She looks out over snow capped mountains and Lake Wanaka. On my drive back I top the radiator up often.
Back home I visit a friend from looking after Tui and Lionel days, 2013 when I took term 2 off. Lynne's daughter and grandson are living with her and Bill so I have a whanau catch up. I've been coming and going to the Alex/Clyde Basin so long I've made long standing friends. Here is home. I'm helping pack up Tui and Lionel's stuff knowing I need to find a way to keep coming back. Central Otago is in my bones and in my blood. As a family we went toQueenstown and Arrowtown for holidays from before I was 5 years old. Fifty five years later as I'm driving the last straight into Alex I feel I'm coming home. The land with its rocky moonscape and thyme scent, its starry skies and the blue green water of the Clutha has claimed me heart and soul. Rugged, unforgiving, it utters a karanga which pulls me in. One day I will remain.
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