moving, New Zealand, running, samoa

Bush knives, drunks, dogs and ditches.

I’m excited about moving our family to New Zealand. We’ve been living here for 15 years and change is good. But I am worried about the danger. The killers. The robbers. The child abductors. The drunk drivers. The boy racers. The drug dealers. The teacher-stabbers. The school bullies. The over-abundance of fast food options…Then this… Continue reading Bush knives, drunks, dogs and ditches.

cleaning., moving, New Zealand, packing

Mountains of JUNK

I am meant to be packing boxes for our upcoming move to New Zealand. It is taking me a very long time to pack boxes. Because before one can put something into a box and tape it up, one must first ask one's self existentially puzzling questions: Do i need this? Is this important enough… Continue reading Mountains of JUNK