After more than 2 years, I’m finally on my way to New Zealand.
Although it’ll be 30 hours of travel, not to mention a week of hotel isolation, before I get to see my family and friends, I’m just grateful to be heading home.
For many months I thought it wouldn’t be possible; where getting a quarantine spot felt more lottery than probability.
It’s important to remember these moments, to realise what could’ve been, so that the experience—long flight included—is all the sweeter.