Also…Fergburger. I love Fergburger. Fergburger is in Queenstown. Fergburger has the most massive (like seriously, HUGE), weirdest (lamb burger? deer burger? falafel burger?), most amazingly delicious burgers ever in creation. I want one right now. Fergburger.

A friend just posted this picture on Facebook…snowy Boston. So pretty.

I miss my bicycle and Prescott Park and Kina and summer.

Dear New Zealand,

My heart is aaaaaching for you today. I miss Chch and and Homestead Lane and Ilam Village and the Uni and the flat fields and so many sheep and venturing out to Castle Rock and climbing up to the Port Hills and running around Castle Hill and driving through Arthur’s Pass and going to City Centre to Fat Eddy’s or Ichiban or Dux DeLuxe and seeing The Enright House and being amazed and adventures to Kaikoura and the seals and the vineyard and getting there in the dark and setting up our tents and waking up in the morning to the glorious beach on our one side and the towering, beautiful mountains on our other side and Takaka and camping at Hangdog and meeting all those people from all over the world and hearing so many stories and staying up around the fire and Pohara and Jacques Cousteau’s boat and watching my friends climb rocks and driving around in Old Smokey and the car auction and Wanaka and sitting by the expansive lake and Queenstown and the teapot bar and Fergburger and climbing into the mountains to climb at the spot with the greatest view of all and Mount Cook and going on the hardest hike of my life and making it to the Mueller Hut and the four days spent on the Kepler Track and how you can go on one hike and see the ocean and the mountains and rivers and the rainforest and be hot and be surrounded by snow in one day and skiing at Mount Hutt and being able to see the plains and the ocean in the distance from the top of the mountain and Dunedin and the awkward house party and the train station and the open market and taking my family to these places and seeing penguins in the wild and sea lions and keas and Hokitika and Wildfoods festival and glowworms on the path and more fires on the beach and sleeping on the beach and Wharariki Beach and the walk to get there and seeing it for the first time and watching seals surf in the waves and standing there and being so happy and so encompassed in beauty and Charlestown and those cliffs and sitting there for hours listening to Death Cab and it changed me and the flats and the friends and the bus stop and the bus and my classrooms and the buildings and the library and the walk to the grocery store but usually the drive to the grocery store and the music and the people and being barefoot and toasties and fish and chips and my flatmates and my room and New Brighton and the pier and surfing and the cricket match and seeing the All Blacks and Rotorua and climbing trees and goon bags and driving on the right and windy roads on the edges of mountains and tunnels through mountains alongside the ocean and Milford Sound in its absolute glory and I’ve never seen anything like it and the Moeraki Boulders and tubing in a cave with glowworms and the sheep show and my two cellphones and Tim Tam slams and rice and beans and cheese and Tui and Lion Red and Lion Brown and Speights and Export Gold and the accents and the Maori culture and learning and seeing and experiencing and growing.

I’m coming back to you, don’t you worry.

Miss you and love you, so much, forever and always,
Me