My home town is Hamilton

It's an odd feeling when you tell the driver taking you to the airport that you're going home to Hamilton. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. He expected it to be some far and exotic place. Not to say that Hamilton -isn't- exotic. Well, actually it isn't!

Either way, I am home with my family and it's really nice. I'm glad I came back early because it gives us time to be together and share in each other's strength; we remember other members of the family from all over the world... and sort of reminisce. I miss our conversations at the table - two languages at once.

Hamilton is hot and the air is a little heavy. So different to Wellington's windy warmth. Hamilton's warmth is still and lazy; it makes you want to stay put rather than move. In Wellington the wind blows you into action.