I’m no good at saying goodbye. I feel its best to do it like a band aid. Just rip it off and be done with it. So unfortunately, the way in which I’ve scheduled my final time here has been a bit hard. The staging of the trip as made it a series of goodbyes…
Goodbye Gimley
Goodbye Konini Street
Goodbye Work
Goodbye Banks Pennisula
And individual goodbyes to all my christchurch friends.
Then this morning I said goodbye to christchurch. I wish I could say I shed a tear, but I didn’t. I was sad for sure, and as the plane flew over hagley park I could see my buildings at the Arts Centre, the empty lots of the red zone and I knew that the work there would continue without me. The whole flight up to wellington I was looking down on roads I’ve traveled, beaches I’ve walked and saying goodbye.
The hard part of these end travels is that they are making my goodbye to new zealand a long drawn out goodbye. Like a breakup that just won’t happen. I want to relish my time here, but at the same time it is hard to be saying goodbye to this place I know so well. Aotearoa will always be in my heart.
Luckily there are only two goodbyes left. After my travels next week, I will have to say a final goodbye to the South Island and then, on March 15th, I will say Goodbye New Zealand.
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