As my ferry was pulling into the Wellington Harbour, I thought to myself 'I am home.' I have never so freely called any of my other transitory destinations by such a name, and it made me feel strange to have such a sentiment about Wellington, a place on the entirely opposite part of the world from my actual "home." Since it was a bit cold, I was the only passenger on the top deck, where I stayed and watched the setting sun and little houses on the hills grow closer and closer.
I was greeted by my three best Wellington ladies at one of my favorite Wellington restaurants, a Thai BYO. During our consummation of 3 bottles of wine and enough food to require our top buttons to be unbuttoned, we gossiped like it was our last chance on earth to do so, and grew louder and louder in our inappropriate conversations. Then another familiar thing happened: Caitlin got us kicked out. Worth it.
The rest of the weekend was filled with equally fun things.
The next day on the Harbour
My little house on the hill! Though it is near impossible to see in this picture, there is a giant peace sign painted on our roof.
Alice and I and our favorite hobby
look how happy we are!
Goodbye Wellington, Hello Australia.
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