an island, represented as an earthly paradise. also the name of my home.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
my aunties home looks like something that has accidently fallen into the pages of vogue. light fills every room, and what makes this place so beautiful to me is the photos of my family that line the walls. nestled in the beautiful little suburbs in NZ, it is the first stop on our trip to madness, and its been so far a nervous bliss among other things to just chill with our family, eat good food and talk loads and loads of crap; appose to running around at warp speed on the gold coast. M and I are happy as can be, and it seems every moment is an excuse to sit down and have a cup of tea. ive already got loads more photos; so many adorable cafe's and second hand stores; i am trying, hands tied, not to go nuts on the shopping until NYC.
as we went on our walk this morning, we were trying to aliken NZ to Melbourne/ London/ Australia when i recalled a conversation I had with a friend. New Zealand is just its own thing, no need to try and make it anything else.