As I drove out of Wellington, crying my little heart out courtesy of Jute being sad about Hannah leaving, I looked out the window and saw the ‘It will all be OK’ message that we left back in February. Man alive, I needed it! So thanks Knitschy baby. Your words gave me a whole shitload of hope!
In entirely unrelated news. We all went out the night before I left and had a rocking good time and Molly Malones. Jute and I were called twins more times that I can even begin to count on my fingers and we were thoroughly confused as to why people think we are so alike… that is until I went through the photos on my camera. It seems we pull the same ridiculous drunken raucous face – among others.