I had a dream last (earrrrly this morning) that I was back in New Zealand, but I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off because I hadn't made any plans. In my dream I was aware that I was super lucky to be back in NZ, something I'd wanted for years, but I didn't want to miss a single thing. I was beating myself up because I hadn't planned an iternerary - to make sure I could get to everyone/everywhere I wanted to while I was there.
And if you know me, you know I ALWAYS have a plan.
The coincidence? NZ is back in the news: Powerful 7.1 quake hits New Zealand's South Island