Kia ora and welcome to the sandwich years.
Welcome to the sandwich years.
Despite all this, it's what I want. A gigantic garden to prune and plant and harvest, a 1960s house to revive, a short drive to the beach, in MY country, with my people and my own little family.
Despite all this, I'm lonely. Violins? We've moved to a far off Hi-Vis neighbourhood (once known as blue collar) where we know no one and I little time to meet people. So I rekindle friendships with a few high school and university friends,which doesn't necessarily feel natural either. People move on. I miss my London friends. I miss my London.