I live in the glorious little city of Wellington, perched on the toe of the North Island of New Zealand. We frequently get winds of up to 100km/h and the strongest recorded gust was over 240km/h. It rains pretty much every second day, it's often grey for weeks on end and things just don't dry out in winter.
And yet quaint little Welly is frequently been named among the best cities in the world to live in. People have amny theories about what makes our capital so glorious. Personally, I'm pretty sure this is, at least in part, due to our absolute emergence in everything weird, creative and different.
Take this art installation that recently graced our waterfront for example...
Take a read of what the kids had to say. Some of these are beautiful reads. These kids give me hope for a better future.
One of the things I love most about this was how astoundingly different the interpretations of 'dreams' were. So many went for the Ms Congeniality 'world peace' train of thought, and others really just hate maths.
xo Cait
