31 March 2011

The City I Love

When I open my curtains to the sight of heaven


And we can be frolicking in the sea in ten minutes


When I am surrounded by the most uniquely NZ bush just a stone's throw from my home


And I can climb to great heights and admire her from on high


When great coffee flows through this city like blood through my veins


And fantastic food is our most basic expectation



When culture is available from the very young to the old, and your inner pirate can easily be found and explored if that's your thing


How could you not be wooed? And won over by this place.

Sure there's the odd lover's tiff - in the form of a nasty southerly storm that rages and attacks the city with its biting words wind for days before eventually losing its power and blowing itself out.

And all is forgiven again when the sun begins to shine again, as it always does.

This is not my original home town. I'm a wandering spirit who has called 'home' many places, some as far from here as a place could be.

And yet...

It is home.

Home is where the heart is. And as long as my family choose to live and love in this place, so will I.



I ♥ you Wellington

Linking up with Sarah's Lyrical Sunday over at Catching the Magic entitled My Home Town


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