Taking a 5 month break from blogging is a big no-no. At least if you want to retain an audience and/or attract new readers. For me it wasn’t a choice to take a break; it wasn’t even a conscious decision.
We went back to the States. USA. ‘Murica. Land of the free (so free that you are free to elect Donald Trump). I took a 12-week contract nursing job and Scott worked part-time at a bike shop. We also had two months off. Lush.
We filled up on time with family and friends, enjoyed the food and beverages we had missed from home, travelled to places we had always enjoyed. We finished summer in New Zealand, and settled right into summer in California.
I wrote 2 blog posts.
I forgot about my blog entirely.
It was okay.
We saw abundant beauty and experienced new and breathtaking things. But I don’t feel the urge to share California like I do to share New Zealand. Maybe it’s because most of my readers are from there or have been there. Or maybe it’s just because California is home, while New Zealand is foreign. Exciting. Or just extremely photogenic.
I guess this is my way of saying: I took a 5 month break, and I may or may not blog about stuff that happened in that time. We will see.
Anyhow, today is Thanksgiving (in America. It’s Friday here.) Today is my second least-favorite day to be in New Zealand. There’s only three days that I find particularly hard, so out of 365 that’s not too bad. But I figured that I would battle my lack of turkey and cranberry and pumpkin with a blog-renewal post.
Scott’s birthday was on Tuesday, so naturally he took the day off work. We drove out to the Banks Peninsula, about an hours’ drive south of Christchurch. We picnicked, got held up by sheep, and drove on numerous dirt roads. After, we rode bikes with friends in the forest for a few hours, and then finished the night off at the pub. Happy birthday, indeed.
Isn’t that an incredibly helpful road sign?
But the best thing about a little dirt road with vague signage is where it takes you:
Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends!