When I am in Oxford, I find myself missing the New Zealand bush and the dusty old main street of Waihi. It felt simultaneously foreign and familiar. I strolled through the airport, soaking in all the familiar sights and phrases. It's helpful to focus on the old familiar things, such as my Dad's lopsided smile, the ancient bench press in the garage and the usual mess in my brother's room. Many of them have never left the country, and to them, I am a window to the outside world.

Source: Otago Daily Times July 03, 2019 16:30 UTC