Patriotism?
As often happens, it was music that stirred memories and strong emotions in me this afternoon. The Manchester wind blowing through my hair cycling "home", Tom Scott and Avantdale Bowling Club echoed through my headphones, yet all I could hear was Home. From 18,000 kilometres away I could hear it. The squawk of tūī. The rain lashing against weatherboards. The karanga from a marae. The cicadas relentlessly chirping. The waves crashing against the beach. The woof of Bailey. The meow of Ziggy. The babble of Lily. The laughter of all my loved ones. I miss Aotearoa. I've often pondered patriotism and whether I'm proud to be a Kiwi. Often I've seen the negatives of New Zealand and thought that patriotism was for short-sighted, small-minded, and at times, racist, people. But this time away from home has made me reassess my opinion of patriotism. I've visited roughly 35 countries in my life now, only scratching the surface of the whole world really, and certainly very...