Today I am living in a topsey-turvey world: none of these things should be happening, and yet they are. Even more strange, they all feel right.
Tomorrow I move to Canada.
Tonight, my bags are packed and I am going to go and hop in next to Matiu in a few minutes... this will be the last time I wake up next to his little 6 year old snuggles until he is in Canada in December.
Tomorrow I move to Canada.
I spent the day with Joy Harjo and Hinemoana Baker, driving around Wellington and chatting with these two figures of Indigenous poetry.
Tomorrow I move to Canada.
It snowed so much in Wellington today that even my lawn and house in Epuni looked like a 'Winter Wonderland' Christmas scene.
Tomorrow I move to Canada.
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