My theory is there’s something about growing up in New Zealand that makes a lot of us kiwis long to cross oceans and live in other corners of the world
and those of us who can, often do, for a time.
Curiously, I have been experiencing the reverse impulse for a while: that it’s time to be home.
And, fortunately, Tim is feeling adventurous.
So, New Zealand, we are soon hurtling home with a bundle of bread baskets and a heavy duty stand mixer!
We’re still figuring out the plan (the where, the how, the what)
though we know the shape of it, roughly.
and somewhere along the way we will figure out how to make a living.
Phew! Could I be any more vague? Probably not! Don’t worry, we might even know what we’re doing.