I am sitting on the deck outside the house and have breakfast. Baked beans, backpacker style, and enjoy the Summer heat and the wonderful view on the hills around Wellington.
Dad is sitting next to me, has his first ever serving of baked beans on toast and goes on about teak wood, of which the table is made of and points out one detail after the other about New Zealand’s buildings. Mum is still asleep after the late arrival and the long flight yesterday. Sleep is valuable.
Now I listen very closely, when my parents have something to say or just tell me something about the current environment. In 14 months far from home I have come to value the significance of parents in your life.
Especially when you have lived through times that defined you as a person and often faced your innermost values. I could in many situations give my parents all credit for determining facets of myself.
I want to know more about these wonderful people and want to get to know them better than ever before.
It is just incredible to see the same well-known persons around you, who you haven’t seen in such a while. On top of that in New Zealand, far from the mutual home.
In a too natural manner we walk down the Wellington waterfront, have some coffee in the cafes I not long before had coffee with my friends, visit places where I had wished for my parents to be here, but never thought they would be HERE one day.
I show them many new things, you can say for sure. But I clearly notice that they can show me just as many new things in return, still.
I think, the next weeks are going to be the most special in our lives!