A number of years ago, in a reflective conversation with George Otero, he made the comment, “who would have known?” His words still linger in me as I look back over the last 365 days. Yesterday (23 March) marked the end of our 1st year back in New Zealand (NZ).
We continue to marvel at the timing of our flight home, 2 days before NZ’s first big lock down. Leaving Adelaide on what might have been the last flight to leave – 19 passengers and crew!
12 months on, sitting in the warm sun, having watered the vegetable garden, I look back on the pleasure of being able to be at all the grandkid’s birthdays, all the special events and celebrations. Who would have known just how wonderful and precious life can be. In all seriousness, so much has happened in the last 12 months.
And breaking news: As I am writing this blog, my daughter Amy is giving birth to her 3rd child. Yet another occasion to celebrate. A new baby on the first day of our 2nd year back in NZ. My ‘Grandpa’ duties will be extended.
I have been pondering the following statement in relation to our first anniversary of living and being back in NZ,
‘perseverance is not a long race, it is many short races, one after the other’.
Take care, David