Home. Or at least it was for the first 21 years of my life. When Germans ask me where I’m from and I say I’m from New Zealand, their response is always one of disbelief. Why would I choose to live here when I could live there?? But when you grow up in New Zealand you don’t appreciate its beauty. To me it was boring, remote and backwards. It wasn’t until I returned and saw it through the eyes of a tourist for the first time, that I truly began to understand why so many people equate New Zealand with paradise. Like every country it has socio-economic problems that are seemingly invisible to an outsider, but it’s clean, the people are friendly and god damn it, New Zealand is beautiful.
These are a few snaps from a trip to New Zealand with Andy at the beginning of 2015, right before I fell pregnant. We borrowed my dads friends van which had a mattress in the back and went on a mini road trip to show him some of the tiny North Island where I grew up. All photos were shot on 35mm.