No...I am not referring to the song by Brian McKnight
It's been an emotional week for me. It all started when I boarded the flight from Christchurch.
Tues- Christchurch to Wellington
Wed- Wellington to Tauranga
Sun - Tauranga to Rotorua
Mon- Rotorua to Hamilton
In the span of a few days, I find myself back at where it all started. The longest journey was the 8 hours bus ride from Wellington, and I was quite surprised that I didn't even catch a wink on this long journey. Ironically, as the bus travels forward, I was actually doing a back track , emotionally at least. As I passed by all the places on the route, I can't help thinking about how I was once there with different people, and with a completely different set of emotions. Back then, I was all enthusiastic bout moving down south and had so much company. And now, I am all alone, carrying with me a heavy heart as I know I have come to the end of my journey.
Boarded the bus from Wellington Railway Station, I was once there waiting for the shuttle for my ferry to Picton. The emotional journey now begins. All the way up to Tauranga, the places that stirred most of my emotions was Ohakune, Mt Ruapehu, National Park and Taupo. It felt like just a moment ago that I was there with my friends. Texted Therese the whole time, and told her how much I missed the times that we were driving down together. A few other special ones came into mind. And one very special person... yes, I thought about him, and that's probably the only factor that will be putting a smile on my face as I reach my final destination. And Ivy of course.
As the bus pulls over at the i-site on Willow St, the first thing I saw was the group of happy friends that sent me off back in June, well that of course was imaginary. The next thing I saw was a white 4WD pulling over right across the street. And so I smiled.
The next few days was spent catching up with different people.I went for a short walk with Sven, on the farm where he works and out to Kaiate Falls on Welcome Bay. I met up with Grayson for dinner, we had fish and chips, with enough tomato sauce. :) It was good catching up with him.
Fri morning was spent feeling emo, again, walked to the city on my own, and remembered how Jess & I walked there on Queen's birthday to have fish and chips near the Harbour. That was a fun day. Did a bit of window shopping and felt much better after that. Shopped at Pak n Save and bought some food, was goin to bake some treaties for Kez and the girls. It's unbelievable how I am always baking.. you can't take the baking out of Amanda!
Paid a lil visit to good 'ol Bell Lodge in the evening, was going to catch up with Ally, Laura and Chris. Had dinner cooked for me, as usual, Ally's cooking is yum! Needless to say, I ate all of that rice.. gosh..and then I had pancakes...the best pancakes ever by Chris. Thanks darling !
It was weird to be back there too, the one hostel that I stayed for 7 weeks, every corner I looked at reminded me of someone and something. But I felt like a stranger this time, in that very kitchen that I once cooked,baked, hugged and kissed! Guess it will never feel the same again, not without the company.
Walked back alone to the girls' place on Waihi road, again I remembered how we once walked them back after dinner and apple crumble. Fell flat out on my bed and slept so well till morning. I must be tired from all the reminiscing.
Sat morning, I woke up feeling pretty upset as it was pouring and all grey outside. I had plans to go for a walk up Mt Manganui with a friend - Why? Why must it rain?Did God not get my text msg asking for nice sunny weather? The bad feeling didn't last long though, at 11am, the rain stopped, and the clouds cleared up. Still it wasn't sunny, but good enough. Got picked up at half one, and off we went to the Mount. And so I smiled again.
It was an afternoon well spent..a good walk up the mount, followed by ice-cream on fresh waffle cones - which we truly deserve! And a good DVD to round it up. I'm glad we watched Marley & Me and not Green Mile! It was then time to go, and also time to say goodbye. He sent me home, and came in for a bit of a chat. We hugged goodbye, and he was off. This time, I didn't smile. I couldn't convince myself that this is the end of the lovely afternoon, the end of my visit. And so I went up to my bed, and I cried.
It's been an emotional week for me. It all started when I boarded the flight from Christchurch.
Tues- Christchurch to Wellington
Wed- Wellington to Tauranga
Sun - Tauranga to Rotorua
Mon- Rotorua to Hamilton
In the span of a few days, I find myself back at where it all started. The longest journey was the 8 hours bus ride from Wellington, and I was quite surprised that I didn't even catch a wink on this long journey. Ironically, as the bus travels forward, I was actually doing a back track , emotionally at least. As I passed by all the places on the route, I can't help thinking about how I was once there with different people, and with a completely different set of emotions. Back then, I was all enthusiastic bout moving down south and had so much company. And now, I am all alone, carrying with me a heavy heart as I know I have come to the end of my journey.
Boarded the bus from Wellington Railway Station, I was once there waiting for the shuttle for my ferry to Picton. The emotional journey now begins. All the way up to Tauranga, the places that stirred most of my emotions was Ohakune, Mt Ruapehu, National Park and Taupo. It felt like just a moment ago that I was there with my friends. Texted Therese the whole time, and told her how much I missed the times that we were driving down together. A few other special ones came into mind. And one very special person... yes, I thought about him, and that's probably the only factor that will be putting a smile on my face as I reach my final destination. And Ivy of course.
As the bus pulls over at the i-site on Willow St, the first thing I saw was the group of happy friends that sent me off back in June, well that of course was imaginary. The next thing I saw was a white 4WD pulling over right across the street. And so I smiled.
The next few days was spent catching up with different people.I went for a short walk with Sven, on the farm where he works and out to Kaiate Falls on Welcome Bay. I met up with Grayson for dinner, we had fish and chips, with enough tomato sauce. :) It was good catching up with him.
Fri morning was spent feeling emo, again, walked to the city on my own, and remembered how Jess & I walked there on Queen's birthday to have fish and chips near the Harbour. That was a fun day. Did a bit of window shopping and felt much better after that. Shopped at Pak n Save and bought some food, was goin to bake some treaties for Kez and the girls. It's unbelievable how I am always baking.. you can't take the baking out of Amanda!
Paid a lil visit to good 'ol Bell Lodge in the evening, was going to catch up with Ally, Laura and Chris. Had dinner cooked for me, as usual, Ally's cooking is yum! Needless to say, I ate all of that rice.. gosh..and then I had pancakes...the best pancakes ever by Chris. Thanks darling !
It was weird to be back there too, the one hostel that I stayed for 7 weeks, every corner I looked at reminded me of someone and something. But I felt like a stranger this time, in that very kitchen that I once cooked,baked, hugged and kissed! Guess it will never feel the same again, not without the company.
Walked back alone to the girls' place on Waihi road, again I remembered how we once walked them back after dinner and apple crumble. Fell flat out on my bed and slept so well till morning. I must be tired from all the reminiscing.
Sat morning, I woke up feeling pretty upset as it was pouring and all grey outside. I had plans to go for a walk up Mt Manganui with a friend - Why? Why must it rain?Did God not get my text msg asking for nice sunny weather? The bad feeling didn't last long though, at 11am, the rain stopped, and the clouds cleared up. Still it wasn't sunny, but good enough. Got picked up at half one, and off we went to the Mount. And so I smiled again.
It was an afternoon well spent..a good walk up the mount, followed by ice-cream on fresh waffle cones - which we truly deserve! And a good DVD to round it up. I'm glad we watched Marley & Me and not Green Mile! It was then time to go, and also time to say goodbye. He sent me home, and came in for a bit of a chat. We hugged goodbye, and he was off. This time, I didn't smile. I couldn't convince myself that this is the end of the lovely afternoon, the end of my visit. And so I went up to my bed, and I cried.
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