Goodbye hug

No hello hug when I met Ashley - just a hand shake. That's okay - it just makes hello hugs all the more amazing.

I did get a big hug from Beth at the airport. It was lovely. I'd been waiting with her mum, and we thought the flight was delayed, so were just sitting around and then, 'oh, wait, there she is'

We spent a really nice day together on Saturday. It was warm and sunny in Christchurch, and we went to New Brighton. The sun was low in the sky and cast interesting shadows as it reflected off the sand. We played Eye-Spy.

I had work in the evening. It was really quiet, not many people were going to the movies. I cycled to hers when I was finished. I'd misplaced my gloves, which made for some pretty numb, pink fingers.

Next to her in bed, I didn't want her to go. I wish we could have stayed there forever. We drank chai tea.

She was driven to the airport in the morning. I cycled home.

I got a flat tire.

I felt sad, but it was okay. I know that she is still an incredible part of my life, and that Wellington is really close.

We are going to start a blog, I'll give you the details soon