I’ve been living in Kuaotunu for three weeks now.
It was a whirlwind trip to get here, but I am happy. Really happy. I never thought I would say that about living in such a small town, but it really isn’t the worst place in the world. I have the beach. I have the sun. I have the forest. I don’t have to pay rent and I have all the food I can eat.
Life really can’t get better than this. Can it?
I’m getting used to walking down the beach and seeing no one.
I’m getting used to being recognised by people every now and again.
I’m getting used to going to the main cafe and being a part of the handful of people there.
I’m getting used to people waving at me from their cars as they drive past.
I’m getting used to the small town life.
It hasn’t been as hard as I expected it to be. I do miss the city, but I’m starting to understand the draw of a small town. It’s in everything that I just described. I loved the hustle and bustle of the city, but the quiet of a small town has its appeal, too.
I’ve been buried in university assignments. Truly. I’ve had five due within ten days of each other. My last assignment is due on Friday and then I’m free for three weeks. That sounds like a pretty decent holiday, right? Maybe I’ll have more time to frolic on the beach.
Until then, I’ll be here.
Soaking up the small town life while dreaming of the city lights.