Missing...

... the blue blue sky, the insanely straight hedges, Cadbury chocolate (oh! the chocolate), the unmistakable smell of Rotorua, the unmistakable pizza at Ciccio's, chasing pukekos around the lake, "Cheers mate!" on every corner, the butter (no, my name is not Anchor like the butter), Indian food, the hot water beach, stupid customers that smell of horse, being called a dickhead (affectionately), strawberries in January, the river walk on a Sunday afternoon, Spotlight (my long lost friend...), the overweight bunny under the chestnut tree, my queen size bed, funny Maori words, pissy beer and sweet wine, the cheap craft magazines from the lotto shop in Frankton, the funny Indian dude from the Frankton lotto shop who insisted I was Indian too, yucky fish and chips in Raglan harbour, the vibe of Wellington, the haka, movie nights, Grandmother's Garden, everyone's obsession with boats and rugby, lots of soy sauce, pohutukawa blooms, the friendly cat across the road, strangled vowels, "guess the person" games at work, victorian houses, the mouthful of Te Arikinui Dame Te Atairangikaahu, sushi, "she'll be right, mate"...
Missing NZ... and yes, you along with it :>