Whatever, what's the point of worrying about something that hasn't even started yet? But it did get me thinking of something else. I'd never realize how much I really did love New Zealand. I used to bag the country for being boring, nothing to do and everything was expensive. The closer I am to leaving the more I realize how much instead I'm going to miss the fresh air, the beautiful blue skies, the sound of the waves at the clear sea, driving at night with the windows down and the air blowing in, and most of all, all the friends that I have made here. New Zealand provided me everyone that has ever mattered to me (except my family), and these same people are the ones that have moulded me into the person I am today. Every single living memory I have, from the playground swings at my Primary, to oversleeping at the Engineering building, have all been here.
So as cheesy as it sounds, I am extremely proud to be a New Zealander. Proud to call myself a Kiwi. It is an identity I will never forget. I really hope I will have a chance to return here one day and live long term again, never say never. Until then, I'm going to try make the most out of everything, I don't want to leave here with any regrets.
