Back there, the dishes routine was Scrape->Soap->Rinse->Dry. Here its is Scrape->Rinse->Soap->Dry. 3 years now, and I don’t get it.
Does every person need their (possible) racial identity as a descriptor? It is not “The silly woman cut me off”, it is “The silly Pacific woman cut me off”. It is not “The nice man gave me these”, it is “The nice Asian man gave me these”. 3 years now, and I don’t get it.
Why isn’t there more than one toilet in a multi-bedroom house? Why does being called ‘bro’ mean you are a brown person…or at least an honorary brown person? Why aren’t shops open longer? 3 years now, and I don’t get it.
Love this place though. Love. And most days, it loves right back. Thank you Auckland Tāmaki Makaurau. Thank you for being home.