Three generations together in Auckland – New Zealand’s largest city and very much the big smoke to my provincial self.
This was the view from our apartment.
I think we might have been staying in a slightly posher part of town. We saw lots of dyed blonde hair and ridiculously long acrylic nails, beautiful European cars, well-dressed men and woman having long lunches on a Tuesday(??), handbag dogs with sparkly daimante collars and babies being pushed around in sleek, Lamborghini-type buggies.
It made me feel very provincial and slightly dowdy.
It made me miss home even more than I already was.
It made me very grateful for the life we lead, the way we dress, the things we choose to do with our time.
I’m not slating that other life, I’m just happy it’s not our life.
Yesterday we spent the day in Devonport which is a truly beautiful part of Auckland and surrounded by the blue waters of the Waitemata Harbour.
We have only lived rurally for (almost) three years but I am obviously a hardened convert to small-town/country life as big cities simply don’t do it for me anymore.
Give me the endless green vista, noisey roosters before dawn, black star-filled skies (that you can only really see in the country), small dirty dogs who so love rolling in poo and have endless poo to roll in, the noise of the river when you sit on the verandah in the evenings and gumboots as the preferred choice of footwear almost all year round ANYDAY in favour of any big smoke.