Last Day in the City

Lots of goodbyes coming up.

As we roll through them (those awful wistful dreadful goodbyes) I have to remind myself that I will be back. The pull of home is too strong for me to ignore. So working out how to get back is in the forefront of my mind almost as soon as I leave. Today I leave Wellington City. And the little family here.

With the hill and the terraces and the shambolic wild garden.

We have four more beaches to visit!

Still lots to see.

But today I will be saying goodbye to Wellington city and the Tuis. Then rolling out to Peka Peka beach at dusk. That is the beautiful big sandy beach we were at a few weeks ago. I will be there for five days. With my other little family. All the kids are back at school and the grown ups will be working so there will be a chance for me to walk for miles and write for hours. And cook!

Timing this portion of the trip to coincide with the school holidays was great though.

And weather wise I think this time of year is a great month to travel to these parts. Maybe next year I will come slightly earlier so my return is better timed. I am arriving back in the farm in late May this time. Which is ok. But mid May would be better.

Anyway – I am on the road again this evening. Today is all about filling and packing away my box for next time and hand painting the birthday cards I will leave hidden for the children.

Have a great day/afternoon/evening.

Celi

Yesterday’s TKG Take Ten is very successful. Pop over and let me know what you think. There was rain. Light rain. Perfect ambient sounds for your catch up time.

20 responses to “Last Day in the City”

  1. When I visit my girls I try not to say goodbye but simply “see you again soon”. Sometimes the words make the leaving a tiny bit easier and remind all of us to look forward to the next time.

  2. Back when part of my family lived in Australia, and I was leaving after an extended visit, my youngest grandson left me a note that said I wish you could never leave forever

  3. I hate good-byes but they seem to get easier as I age. Perhaps that’s because, as an adult, I have more control over the space of time in between visits. Even so, every time my daughter visits from the west coast, it’s so hard when she leaves.

  4. Not “Goodbye” but “Till the next time”… Love that fennel shot in the header; I can literally taste it since the smell is lingering right now in my kitchen.

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