Written on my trip, March 28, 2014.
New Zealand reminds me of home, but warmer somehow. The people are older and don't seem to be preoccupied with upholding a certain image, which is such a beautiful thing to see. After living in a place for almost a decade where image is everything, it is delightful to be brought back down to earth for a moment. And maybe that's just me and not New Zealand at all. Maybe when you are around a bunch of people you don't know in a different country, it changes you. Maybe you free yourself, in a way, from the shackles that bind you in everyday life. The unknown sets you free and let's you fly. The daunting uncertainty of it all is just another false image, one that denies you of the absolute freedom in being yourself. Here, you can be anyone you want to be, but why would you want that? Because here, you can be you.
rose colored glasses
if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die
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