To know where you're going you have to know where you've come from.
Said someone, sometime!
Not that I'm really one for the motivational quotes to get you through life, but every now and then something like that hits you on an idle Sunday when you're at a bar in Wellington at your sister's wedding party after a couple too many beers.
Then you wake up a smidge hungover and get even more emo about it!
It's kind of a weird feeling having two homes. If you're someone who grew up outside the Bay, there's always a little draw to the place you were originally from.
When I get on a plane back to Tauranga, or I'm driving back over the Kaimais towards the Bay, I always feel like I'm coming home now. But I also still have my oldest mates in Wellington, along with my parents, sister/brother-in-law and nephews. Wellington now serves as a place to get back to basics in my head, as well as exist in a work-free, family-orientated environment with the people who have known me the longest.