This always happens when I’ve been in NZ for about 3 months. This time, I’ve been here 4 months before getting this feeling. Maybe that’s slow progress?
After 3 months, or 4 as the case may be, the novelty wears off. After 3 months, I start looking up airfare. After 3 months, I really miss my mom. After 3 months, I realize my body has been a little bit tensed up all this time and I’m a bit tired. After 3 months, I want to just “be” – on a daily basis – without “trying”. After 3 months, I want to go home.
