Mr B, the Englishman with whom I am shacked up with, is following me out in a month or two.
It seemed as good an excuse as any to do two things.
1) hold a Deportation Party (done)
2) re-start this here blog about coming back to New Zealand (doing)
But it will start with this brief post as there are boxes to pack, friends to see, CVs to tweak, and bank accounts to shut down.
It will be nice to be back.