What I miss about New Zealand

By the time I left New Zealand, I felt ready to go home. I’d been out of the country for 5 months- more time away from the U.S. than all my previous international trips combined. I was excited to return home and be in a familiar setting. But it was sad to leave behind my new friends in Auckland. Now that I’m gone, I miss the little things about New Zealand.

I miss the rain.

I miss the flowers.

I miss seeing the Skytower lit up at night.

I miss the view from the top of a volcano.

I miss the windy roads.

I miss my flatmates.

I miss my friends.

I miss walking by the museum.

I miss the food.

I miss the strange candy.

I miss the funny light switches.

I miss the wildlife.

I miss the adventures.

I miss the silver tree ferns.

I miss the ocean.

I still have dreams that I'm back in Auckland. In those dreams, I'm relieved to be back, and comfortable in my surroundings. I think, "Oh thank god I'm back, I was getting tired of the U.S."

It's a strange way of missing a place that I've never felt before. I think part of me is still there. And part of me wouldn't be surprised if I woke up in my bed in Auckland tomorrow.