Of a missing day

July 20th 2007 was a missing day for me, inexistent. I had left home on July 19^th, barely aware of the magnitude of the year that was to come, and took three different planes to get from my old home in the Caribbean to my New Home in New Zealand. It was still July 19^th on my layovers in Miami and LAX. But the 13 hour flight across the Pacific and time zone differences saw me landing in Auckland on July 21^st. Like a proverbial skipping of a heart beat upon seeing a loved one, it was my whole life that skipped a day upon arriving in NZ. And it took less than that nonexistent day for me to fall in love with my newly imposed life.

10 years ago today, I started this magnificent adventure which changed my life and so many more ways than I could have imagined. And I cannot think of a better way to reminisce of the amazing year I spent in NZ than by updating this long forgotten blog.

I have dug up my old diary and organised the pictures I took. For the next year (probably) I’ll be writing my own version of Facebook’s ‘on this day’ memories, with some embarrassing journal entries and poorly taken photographs, provided I actually learn how to update and make this blog readable.

Follow along if you wish, hopefully you'll find it a little bit enjoyable.