I have now returned to Boston and have been home for about two weeks. Leaving NZ was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I have never before felt so attached to a place. So with sadness, I embarked on my journey home that lasted for more than 30 hours. Right before the plane was to descend into Boston, the pilot came on the loudspeaker to announce that the radios had gone down at Logan and we wouldn't be able to land for at least an hour. So we landed at JFK and sat on the runway waiting. By the time I arrived in Boston, my plane was four hours late. I got home to find that there had been a surprise party waiting for me. Only, everyone had already left. There was a lovely note from everyone however.
During my last few weeks in NZ, I tried to spend as much time with my friends as possible before I would leave some of them for quite awhile. We had a few more epic donut nights. I will certainly miss donut mondays quite a bit, so hopefully Peter and Ingrid will carry on the tradition. Jessi and I hosted an 80's-themed graduation/going away party. We decided to have it despite a party ban in Ilam during exams. So unfortunately we were shut down before too long. But we had an awesome show of costumes, including Pac-Man, some rocking prom dresses, and spandex. I also said my goodbyes to Castle Hill on my last weekend before I left. Castle Hill trips were such an important part of my time in NZ, I will really really miss them.
And now I am back in Boston, biding my time (and trying to make some money) before my next adventure. Hopefully I will be back in NZ soon.
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