But we do often miss our old home on Auckland’s North Shore.
We miss the lifestyle and the people. So we’ve been talking and dreaming about
a visit there for months now and have been keeping an eye out for low air fares.
When a local bank ran a competition recently and Jake won $150, we put this
question to our kids: shall we buy new
toys or shall we buy flights to Auckland. Phew – they chose Auckland!
So we made our trip last week. After we got over the initial shock of arriving in such a
big city (no sarcasm intended here – Auckland may be a city of “just” 1.4
million, but in New Zealand terms that’s pretty massive and no other city in NZ
comes close to that sized population. Not to mention the fact that our homes
for the last 5 years have been in tiny, remote communities in other countries. So anyway, traffic,
crowds of people larger than 1000 in one place, and lots of skyscrapers are a little out
of the ordinary for us these days). 
Anyway, after the first hour, we all settled right back into
it, and enjoyed 4 days of re-visiting old haunts. Our old beach. Our old
playpark. Our old house. Our old friends. Our old high street. Our old cafes. Our old walking routes. Molly didn't remember much from her early years, but the kids both loved it and we certainly packed a lot in and wore them out! It was just like old times, and surprisingly hard to
leave at the end.
After numerous debates about if and when we should move back up to Auckland one day, we were starting to feel quite confused. So when we flew back into Wellington yesterday I think Jake and I both felt some degree of relief when the scenes from the aeroplane windows began to fill our hearts up with that lovely feeling of being "home". Although this does all leave us in the slightly odd position of not really understanding where home is anymore...
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