Where my favourite pictures were taped to the wall with masking tape.
Where the bed I slept on would sometimes fall apart in the middle of the night.
Where toast reigned.
Where we scraped the ceilings and listened to Emily King.
Where I'd run to Mairangi Bay and watch the reflection of the sunset.
Where anxiety kicked me in the face.
Where I found out what it was like to have someone you could speak in stream-of-consciousness to.
Where double-decker buses took me to the city.
Where I could sleep with the curtains open.
Where I wouldn't stay long.
Where I wanted to be when I was lying in a hammock on the other side of the world.
Where I slept in the back of a truck once.
Where we went surfing.
Where I found common ground.
Where I lost my sleeping bag.
Where a lady with a dog called Theo took my photo.
Where I felt a beginning that looked like an ending.
Where we raced the tide.
Where the sun is setting behind the hills I can see from the overpass.
Where the stars are.
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