Written during my sophomore year after visiting New Zealand the summer before. I did feel very much at home in Wellington. The stranger in this poem is the taxi driver taking me to meet a very good friend of mine (B) for the first time in person.
I step off the plane
am greeted by a foreign man
in a strange, new land.
Driving in the car with him
on the left hand side of the road
I gaze upon the city that has held
my dreams for many months.
The beauty in incomparable
thought the differences strike my heart
excitement, anxiety, fear, joy
rush through my veins
yet, I feel I am home at last.
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