Fast forward to cover 17 hours of total fly-time with a 16-hour pause in Honolulu (long enough to slurp a couple of mai tais) to 2 am Thursday. Home is wherever I'm with you.
Our place, where we spent just six weeks before leaving for NZ, felt brand new.
Some incredibly thoughtful dear ones stocked our kitchen and fridge with everything needed to awaken from a jet-lagged slumber and have a nourishing breakfast...and lunch and dinner. Enough for the coming days too. Thank you, readers, for taking the trip with us. Maybe next time you'll come along in person...