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Pure picturesque in NZ

The Farmers bought their dream home in the middle-of-nowehere-Wairarapa. Gapped it from The Bay and headed down to see the homestead that my brother has talked up since September last year and he didn't do the place justice. They call it Bushgrove. It's amazeballs. It's so middle-of-nowhere and charming that I want to move there too. They move in the next few months. For real though ... it's A M A Z I N G with a capital ZING. It may very well be my new go-to haven. That would be dependent on my brothers mood, but with a place like Bushgrove he should be in his element and them some.

Scribbles.

Easily the worst holidays ever this year. I spent two weeks nursing broken hearts and bitter egos. I am looking forward to getting back into the normalcy of work and there are dramas there that will give you the heebie jeebies. Those dramas have been out done by the new dynamics of a divided family. At the very least we get to leave town for a few days next month to watch Mickey Mouse and his friends parade around on the ice. I am very much so looking forward to that .. more the getting out of town part. Over the last few weeks I've prayed very little, but my heart had a lot to say. Last night I took the time to think everything through before I closed my day with a prayer. As I began my liaison with the good Lord, images in my head turned to a paper conveyor belt with scribbles/doodles all over it. It moved quickly and it was distracting. It was quite amazing. It continued at full speed through-out the entirety of my prayer and when I came to a close and opened my eyes, it lef

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To new innings.

I was 7 when my parents first divorced. I can say 7 because I know that when I turned 8 my Dad sat in my baptism with a motorbike helmet in his lap and I hadn't seen him for a while prior. That was the only time I remember him being at my baptism. I was too little to understand the lead up to their divorce, but I remember sitting in the car between them wondering why she was crying and why he was yelling. That kind of stuff doesn’t register in a child’s head that something epic is happening that will change the rest of everyone’s lives forever. At least for five of us who were sitting in the car that night. Life at 7 was simple because the understanding of all that life was and had to offer was put on the back burner for Gem and the Holograms and play. It became normal that Mum and Dad weren’t living in the same house anymore. I was not aware of the emotions my parents went through to get to that point because I was too little to have that kind of worry. Overtime m y relations