Yesterday I had my first dream about New Zealand. I had landed and gotten out of the airport. I felt completely lost and disoriented. It was dusk and I couldn't see terribly well; I felt a bit uneasy. I was walking down a sidewalk with all my luggage trying to find my way to the hostel when I tripped and fell. When I looked up I saw something like this:
I instantly began to cry; not for fear of being in an unknown land or of all the uncertainty that lay ahead, but because I felt wholly insignificant, understood that I am but a small aspect of this earth that we all share, knew I was finally where I belonged.
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