Home is Where the Donuts Are

This week marks six months since we left Auckland and moved to Taranaki. It also marks six months until we most likely have to move again.. And yet lately I’ve been feeling really settled here. Carl and I both love this little city: I don’t think we’d ever leave if we had the choice. I love our home, I love hearing the clock tower chime from our bedroom window, and seeing the mountain on a clear day. And, of course, I love the donuts. Life is somehow slower here, but in a good way. The only downside is that we can’t stay. Quite a few of our friends and family move cities (and even countries) fairly regularly, and I can definitely see the appeal. It seems like a reliable way to experience new things, new ways of life, and to open up the possibility of finding somewhere you love *more* than the place before. But settling down in a place you love, into a life you love, also really appeals. For those of you who don’t know, Carl’s a doctor (currently training as an anaesthetist) which means we might not have the option to settle down for a looooooong while yet. So I’m trying to embrace the whole “home for now” concept, and reminding myself that (a) wherever we go, we go together, and (b) we’ll always be able to track down a decent donut (righhhhht). 🍩

Do you prefer to be on the move, or settled in a place you love? I’d love to know what you think. And if you’re in a similar “home for now” situation, how do you manage to feel settled without actually settling? Feel free to send any tips and/or tricks my way! Comment below, or head to my ABOUT page to send me a private message.

P.S. These photos were taken at The Public Catering Co, where the very best donuts live and where I find myself roughly 5,000 times a week. 💕💕

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