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When you come back home

Some­times there comes a time when you must leave this town, your town for a break — it could be a hol­i­day; it could be your OE; it could be that career move; it could be to do a geo­graph­i­cal and just get away.

What’s that? Your favourite barista moved to West­port, and you had to fol­low? (Yeah, OK. There’s always an excuse.) But soon­er or lat­er, you must come back. And when you do there is always a moment when you know you are home.

Here’s one such:

Com­ing down the Ngau­ran­ga Gorge there’s that long sweep­ing curve where the Hutt and Porirua motor­ways meet. Look up from the road and you’ll see Welling­ton arrayed in full panoply before you. There are our small clus­ter of tall build­ings stand­ing proud, feet in the sea and backs to the hills. There are the hills them­selves, steeply car­pet­ed with hous­es in defi­ance of tec­ton­ics and plain good sense, look­ing on to and out to the sea. There is the bowl of the har­bour, rimmed with bush and filled with reflect­ed sky. There is the sky, most­ly blue, some­times grey, often set with clouds scud­ding.

There it is. Our town. Where you live. Where I live.

Where is this moment for you?

Is it, as the Front Lawn once had it, fly­ing over­head?

over Welling­ton Har­bour
Ori­en­tal Bay is stand­ing there in the sun­light

Is it that first sip of Mojo or Fuel?

Is it Courte­nay Place at the week­end?

Where? What? With whom? Com­ment, zoomin, or blog away!