I haven't yet figured out how to be a blogger now that I'm back in Dunedin. Costa Rica was exotic for me; I was a stranger in a strange land and the most mundane of activities brought with it the possibility of adventure. But now I'm home, and home is just home. I arrived here, moved into my house, and sank into a kind of wordless contentment with no blogging, no journalling and not even much emailing.
I love being here. I have little spurts of happiness at odd moments – when I look at my freshly painted and varnished, newly flat-ceilinged, and spring-cleaned lounge, when I drive through the Dunedin streets looking at lovingly restored villas and at native trees and shrubs, when I visit the beach or the Otago Peninsula, when I hang out in the familiar cafes and shops, when I spend time with family. But I don't know how to write about it.