Going/Coming back home

Like many others who choose to move to London, I now have two homes. One here in the heart of housing price-boom Hackney. I love everything about it despite the annoyingly 'cool' factor it has. Strolling to the markets, the cheery chaps in Costcutter, the little new gourmet food store on my street (Pinch), the London Field's Lido, my neighbours and more. Well, everything apart from the rent, the too-cool-for-school kids who have overcrowded my local, and the lack of property-owning. Then there's home-home. More than 11,000 miles away from London, back in the sunshine with my friends and family, green and lush, where I grew up, more than 24 hours on a plane, listening to Bob Dylan in the kitchen, hello the-worst-kind-of-jetlag home. New Zealand. Home where the other half of my heart is. We went home home in February/March... Pine Ridge Sewing lessons Mirror mirror Family portrait Green lake Nz Road Trip Rangitoto Photos by Luke

It's been a while...

Sometimes life just gets in the way of, well, all the good stuff. That and perhaps moving flats and starting a new job in the same week wasn't such a bright idea. Without any time off work. Argh. Aside from that, it's only taken nearly two months since moving in to get the internets sorted as the previous sods who lived here didn't pay their bills. But nothing to whinge about, our new flat rules so I thought I'd share a few pics now we've rediscovered all our stuff that has been hiding in boxes...

There have been moments where I've felt like I'm drowning in a sea of forms over the last few months but hopefully, it'll all be worth it. And as for the new job, it's pretty good, incredibly busy and the people are great. That and apparently I'm a much nicer person now I don't commute and get up at stupid-o'clock everyday. It's amazing what an extra couple of hours of sleep does for your relationship/complexion/disposition.  How do you cope with moving/changing jobs and times of endless chaos?