The Pacific Coast Highway

A few years ago my Dad and I decided, instead of my normal visit – flying from Auckland, NZ where I lived at the time, into San Francisco international airport – I’d fly into LAX (aka the worst airport in the world). We did this, simply so we could spend a few days driving up […]

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Welcome home

“Welcome home ma’am”, they say to me as I breeze through security at San Francisco airport. “Welcome home”, I turn the words over in my mouth once more, trying to gauge how I should feel, how I should react. At the gate I see my Dad, waiting expectantly for my weary face and bright blue […]

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