Homeward bound

[cc image by luigi53]

Variations on this picture of Wellington's cable car seem to be the obligatory tourist photo from my soon-to-be new home. Pretty, huh?

Now with only a week to go before the official move I find myself thinking about how much I'll miss my friends and family, but I honestly don't feel like I'm leaving home.

Growing up overseas taught me that home is where you live. I remember quite vividly that the people who were always comparing where we lived to some far-away (and often idealised) "home," or who were always waiting to "go home," were never actually happy where we were.

I don't want to be one of those people, always wanting and waiting to be somewhere else. And I don't want to miss out on finding and making a new home where I am. So instead of focussing on where we're leaving, I'm going to focus on where we're going.

I'm imagining that I'm actually homeward bound.