Last night I dreamed I was back in NZ, this time with my parents. I was showing them the sights, visiting with old friends...
It could be because I know two people who are there now... because the last thing I watched before I went to sleep was Flight of the Conchords... or because three years ago tomorrow I boarded a plane for the biggest adventure of my life...
In any case... I haven't decided if it was a good dream or not... because I woke up missing NZ more than normal.
I will say it's gotten better as time has passed, but there's still a deep longing to return.
One day...