Why I'm back in NZ

So. The promised post about just why I'm back in NZ.

Fair warning: For once, this is not a post about XML transforms, or work, or travel, or anything like that. If you're allergic to emotions, stop reading now. Still reading? Good.

Just over a month ago - very shortly after I moved into my Vancouver apartment, I got talking with a good friend of mine - someone I'd known for years, but only ever seen as a friend. Things went from there, and pretty soon I found myself trying to work out how I can get back to NZ to see her. To put it simply, I'm crazy about her.

Thanks to the wise advice of several people I trust (you know who you are), I arranged a 3 week trip back to NZ. Having got here, pretty much from day 1 I knew that I no longer wanted to work away from NZ.

So who is this wonderful person, you ask? Her name is Hayley - #sporks members will know her as Lex (but then, this is all old news to #sporks members anyway) - and she is, without a doubt in my mind, the most wondeful person in the world.

I have never been happier in my life than I have in the last couple of weeks, and even my impending return to Canada on the 25th struggles to cast a shadow over my mood.

This is helped, of course, by the fact that I just got off the phone to my boss, and told him - without doubt or reservation - that I'm no longer in a position to work in the US in the forseeable future. That I intend to spend that time in NZ, and as much of it as possible with Hayley.

Finishing this post, with Hayley sitting here next to me, I seriously feel the best I've ever felt.


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