Home turf

There’s one thing you can guarantee when you go home – mixed feelings.

That delightful feeling of connectedness to the country of your origin is pretty good.

Driving down the road and seeing significant places, remembering good and bad times.

Saying goodbye once again to loved ones. This family time is definitely bitter sweet.

Why can’t things be easier / better? Why would it really be too difficult to come back? If we came back then we would miss all our friends we have made in our “new” home. Why does our world have to be so far apart, even when we’re just “across the ditch”.

Renewed connection…
I found out that my Grandmother had a miscarriage too, between my mother and my aunty. As sad as that is it’s nice to know that she probably knows how I’m feeling, even though things were dealt with very differently 50 years ago. Not that I would talk to her about it though, I feel like she has enough bad days already without bringing up a potentially sensitive subject (she’s starting to show signs of mild dementia).

So. Much. Food.

But, feelings aside, here’s a few more happy snaps from the holiday…


Huka Falls, Lake Taupo.


Mt Ngaruhoe (Mt Doom from the Lord of the Rings) hiding behind some clouds.


Author: thegriefdiariesblog

A borderline hyperactive Personal Trainer, navigating the process of starting a family.

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