This is mine and my daughter Erica's first trip to New Zealand
They drive on the other side of the road here
Or we drive on the other side of the road there
My friend Justine had to push me out of my comfort zone to get me to drive
The money is different but almost the same in exchange
The food is different as we experiment with each meal
People here think differently and have different values
We have no real plan, we just go where the wind takes us
The land, the language, the animals, and the air is different
I try not to think to much so I do not panic, as things are so different
Respect is different
Sometimes my daughter and I fight these changes with anger and criticisms
We don't mean to
Sometimes we don't talk
These new ideals, changes, views
They are letting us see, hear, and understand slowly and without knowing
Are we different from when we were in our own home, our own country?
Is it good? or Is it bad?
This unknown.
These changes.
What we see and know now, the present.
