I???m here. After packing and farewells, there was an uneventful plane journey devoid of terrorists or delays, and a quick recovery from jetlag; a wonderful welcome from old and dear friends; an exciting new job and a new life to build as I choose in a fresh and beautiful country. I ought to be very happy.
Many have warmly hugged me and said, ???welcome home???.
Home? Where is home?
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‘A home is where the heart is’ I had to make the heart fit my home, not easy but it has its compensations.
Is quality life about having everything the way we want it to be, or more about making compromises we can live with?
Its sooo nice to have you back in NZ, but you realise your shift back from the UK has decreased the average IQ of both countries.
peter
September 11th, 2006
Without being over melodramatic, you know you have a home in our hearts at Ultralab. Still hoping to see you throught the plants and can’t wait til you get back in here!
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Well, your railroad gate, you know I just can’t jump it
Sometimes it gets so hard, you see
I’m just sitting here beating on my trumpet
With all these promises you left for me
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, I waited for you when I was half sick
Yes, I waited for you when you hated me
Well, I waited for you inside of the frozen traffic
When you knew I had some other place to be
Now, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously
But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
Well, six white horses that you did promise
Were fin’lly delivered down to the penitentiary
But to live outside the law, you must be honest
I know you always say that you agree
But where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Well, I don’t know how it happened
But the river-boat captain, he knows my fate
But ev’rybody else, even yourself
They’re just gonna have to wait.
Well, I got the fever down in my pockets
The Persian drunkard, he follows me
Yes, I can take him to your house but I can’t unlock it
You see, you forgot to leave me with the key
Oh, where are you tonight, sweet Marie?
Now, I been in jail when all my mail showed
That a man can’t give his address out to bad company
And now I stand here lookin’ at your yellow railroad
In the ruins of your balcony
Wond’ring where you are tonight, sweet Marie.”
Absolutely Sweet Marie, Bob Dylan
Richard Millwood
September 11th, 2006
Welcome back - warm hugs - who cares where we are so long as we can still laugh together! Have your wellies arrived with you?
Shirley
September 11th, 2006
Hey hey ! You’re back you’re back you’re back !!! Yayy !! When you get the time - you have a certain visit to make to a certain house in the capital - ours !!!
Can’t wait to see you !
Seraph
September 12th, 2006
Whooooohooooooo you’re finally here!!! Once you get settled and finally get a cell text me and we can catch up. I cant believe you are only a hop skip and a small swim away…….infact the other day it was blowing a southerly and I swear I heard you and your Ukulele!! hugs
Nyle
September 12th, 2006
Home for me, as you know, it’s a very clear geographic spot. But home also is where your friends are so London should be your second home. The emptyness in my life is not methaphoric since you left. Faltan botatzen zaitut laguna, I really miss you.
Iggy
September 18th, 2006
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