My boyfriend left his home country about six years ago – he’s not the homesick mopey type. Far from it, he loves being, living and working in London. But this doesn’t stop him from telling me how stunningly beautiful some places back home are. And rubbing it in with pictures.
Sometimes when he shows me pictures of where he used to hang out and go sailing as a kid it reminds me of similar pictures me dad would show me of Canada. Lakes, mountains, rivers and lots and lots of green. Auckland even reminds me of Toronto with that funky tower of theirs and the waterfront.
But in New Zealand they obviously have the odd lush tropical island thrown in for good measure, just because they can. Like the stunningly beautiful New Zealand Bay of Islands. He grew up around here. This was completely normal. I can’t even begin to explain how jealous I am. Not even remotely.
