Summer isn't, thankfully, done with us yet. But the sun isn't exactly ripping off its drawers first thing in the morning.
So for today's walk to work, I reached for a cotton jacket I haven't worn for the longest time. Halfway down Pirie Street I put my hands in the pocket and what did I find? This shopping list from the UK. I know it's from my Bristol Sainsbury days, because those divine Belvita fig breakfast biscuits I was dangerously addicted to have yet to make it here.
Yes, it's only a scrunched up old post-it note but my God, it stopped me in my tracks. I've said it before, moving countries is not as simple as collecting airmiles and padding the bank account of shipping companies.
I've slotted back into NZ more easily than I thought. But then something like this happens and I'm reminded that this time last year my life looked and felt very, very different.
Made me feel a bit odd all day.