...and so I arrive
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August 3rd, 1967 – by: goezi
I guess if this is New Zealand through my eyes over the past 40+ years then it makes sense to begin at the beginning, the day I arrived screaming into this world. It would have been a chilly winter's day in Tokoroa and I've been reacting the same way to the cold ever since!!
Perhaps I am a little harsh because there really isn't anything harsh about the Tokoroa winter. Yeah, it gets down to -5C frosts in the dark of the dawn but by 10am the day is cool and crisp and bright, making one happy to be alive!
In fact since global warming has been the topic of choice in the past 10 years Tokoroa frosts haven't really plunged the mercury below -3C so I should stop being such a sook and get hard!
I've lived in a few towns around the world now but I still talk about Tokoroa as being home.
I have filled out the blurb to tell all I know about the place if you click on the town as a destination so I need not repeat myself here.
Having returned again now (April 2009) I feel a sense of closeness that makes me consider spending a big wad of cash to buy another chunk of the place. Oddly enough I feel I might be able to live here again, albeit for the summers, since my plans involve global travel to avoid winters and follow the sun.
I vowed I would never live here again but the price of land and quality of the air and water are definite plusses when I look at places to retire.
Then there is the fact I have been bumping into friends almost every day.
It does a man good to know he has such good friends; people who have missed him, or whom delight at renewing past aquaintences.
I also think fondly of my involvement with the local theater here in Tok. Not something I invested a lot of time with when I was away from the town but now I see I would be gladly welcomed back into the fold. Many of the same of faces to work with on stage and a whole lot of new ones to have some fun with!!
This time of the year also pulls hard at my heart due to the pleasure I have of wandering about this town in the Autumn. There is a smell in the air. A crispness I can almost taste.
Heaven is wrapping myself warmly in my big old coat, donning scarf, gloves and boots and setting out to stride around Lake Moananui on such a cool, bright day.
There I might greet other Tokoroa folk engaged in their own circumnavigation, but in the opposite direction. Or I may pass this time chatting to a pretty maiden about our lives and loves.
Perhaps I should be alone to think my own thoughts, maybe compose one of Big Bad Chad's mediocre odes as I walk through green grass, beneath trees filled with changing leaves.
Ahh, Tokoroa. My heart will be forever here at home, even if I be long gone!!
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