I was going through some of my photo albums yesterday and it bought back many good memories. When I was 18 I moved from Palmerston North to Queenstown, that place rocks. I lived at the Arthurs Point Camp for a year, there were 112 permanent residents and most of them would come and hang out at my house because I had a fire place and TV.
Then I moved to Christchurch for a year and meet some pretty cool people. I ended up moving to Auckland with my neighbour and his friend and loved it! I worked hard and got to hang out with my family that lived there and make new friends.
When I decided to become an artist I knew that to have the dedication to my art, I needed to move out of the city, I thought that 6 months away from all the distractions to concentrate on my art would be heaps of time and I would move back with a good body of work. How wrong was I?
Rotorua was the perfect place as it was a quick drive back to the city but after a few years my sister and Mum talked me into moving to Wanganui.
Since moving to Wanganui my life has blossomed! It has been 6 years since I have lived in Auckland and hopefully one day we will move back there for a while. But now I will always feel that Wanganui is my home. Wanganui Rocks!
My message for the day was: Through gracious receiving, you know that you are amply blessed.