You know, when I left New Zealand last January, the heart break I felt was best described to me as terrible break up. I had been living in this beautiful country for a year now, and every day of it, woken up with a huge smile on my face, so happy to be hear. It was the best time of my life, and I just didn't see it coming. Time to go back to reality, my home in the USA. My vacation was over, and I cried the whole way home.
I was reluctant to get on the plane, and loved to tell my friends that they would have to drag me back kicking and screaming. I promised myself I'd come back to her. I loved everything about her. But now it was over. It was fun while it lasted, I wasn't ready for it to be over, but there was nothing I could do about it.
A year later, I kept my promise, both to New Zealand and to myself. I'm so very happy to be here, I love her deeply. It's different now, I knew it would be. I lost her once, and I'm so scared it'll happen again. I've been working desperately to get my working holiday, and will continue working towards residency. I've never felt more at home, I've never loved so deeply.
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