*Takes a pre-thread pause to add a ridiculously domestic profile pic*
But it wasn't home.
New Zealand is home.
This is when default decisions that you don't know even exist become apparent.
And that's how you go from a solo Waikato Bitter on your parents' driveway to being a homeoener dad on the far side of the Harbour Bridge in just 17 years.
After 3 minutes she asks, "what's with all the fucking bogan cars?"
Housing trade-up on Auck sell price
Schools that pay above state wage
Someone to employ 1 of whatever I am
Hamilton is still standing.
Instead we go to a couple of open homes.
Holy shit, the Lake Playground!
If you're looking for a way to deal with that stress, I recommend knowing that you're making a great decision.
We first met when I was subbed in as her last-minute ball date. I won't tell you that story this week. I'll tell you a bit about the job though.
We will get to that bit tomorrow. Promise.