Kiwi. No, we are not named after the fuzzy brown fruit.
Last week I was hanging out with a German girl — she had known me all of two hours — and, out of the blue she announced: “Kiwi’s, you’re all the same.”
I remember as a child my favorite pets were wild rabbit or possum babies Dad had ‘come across’ in the bush. Every time Dad went hunting I’d look forward to the possibility of him returning with a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed gift for me.
Food. Food is a big thing for us Kiwi’s. Seafood is one in particular. As an infant my favorite food was fresh mussels. I was mad about them — I couldn’t get enough. Twenty-five years later nothing has changed!
Maybe it’s these things that make us Kiwi’s “all the same” — the pure pleasure in simplicity of life?
I’ve always wanted to travel. Since I was a child, I was aware New Zealand is very far away from the rest of the world. Middle Earth, some might say? For me it was the curiosity of that big, wide, far away world that drove me to venture so far from home. It is only that far from home when I realized it is these things mentioned here… that is what make us “Kiwi’s” and keep us connected.