A small tribute to our time on Waiheke.
I really loved it there and miss it a lot. Getting up early and watching the moon set over the hill. Freezing cold walks down to the bus stop in the dark. We’d catch the bus to the supermarket once a week – kids in backpacks and slings and we’d get a taxi back, Waiheke style – Edith tucked into my seatbelt.
We couldn’t walk very far though and we’re enjoying being able to walk for miles and miles now we’re in the thick of things in Parnell. There’s a market just down the road from us twice a week and we can walk in all directions to the city, the domain, the waterfront and the museum.
Still though. I miss Waiheke. It was so quiet and peaceful and it felt like proper New Zealand all lush and green and remote. Every day we’d walk past the beach and up the hill and I’d always stop and look out.
At the clouds and the water and every time I’d stop and say I’m going to miss this.