My happy place. There really isn’t anything quite like home. I get it… I have been told many times that home is where the heart is, and yes part of me agrees with this. I have a home on the West Coast of Aotearoa and a second home with family on the East Coast. I feel connected, grounded and a deep sense of belonging in Waimangaroa. I feel comfortable, welcome and also a sense of belonging and ease when I stay with my parents on the East Coast. But this feeling I get when I am at home on Pitt Island… this is something else entirely.
It is inherent… It is primordial… It is a connection to that land that lives in my bones and heart, something passed down through generations. It’s older than words and deeper than thought… it calls to me. It is deep, ancestral and unshakable the bond that I have with my home at Pitt Island. It’s hard to explain… but it’s something I know, something I feel every time I step onto that land. That land still breathes through me… the land is me.
