As of today, it has been one year since I took a ferry across the Cook Strait from Wellington to Picton and a bus from there to Motueka. The days ahead will mark one year from the time I met kiwi Kathleen- who would end up my good friend, was hired to work in an apple packing shed six days a week, bought a rusty old bicycle to get me around town, met Irish Robbie- the man with the van, bought a tent and lived entirely out of it for a week, and moved in with crazy Maureen and Pedro. The four months I spent in that town were good ones (better once I moved out of crazy Maureen's place).
I guess I never thought about the fact that a year of interesting experiences would be followed by a year of first anniversaries, which means that I'll spend a year saying "I can't believe it's been an entire year since I did that!" Man, come October, it'll be "I can't believe it's been an entire year since I left New Zealand!"
You all are several months away from having to deal with that particular angst, luckily.