I now find myself in Dunedin (du-nee-dən), New Zealand. Housesitting around the world certainly has its perks, and visiting far off places is just one of them.
This is the farthest south that I have ever traveled, and probably will travel, unless I muster an expedition to Terra Del Fuego or Antarctica (not a bad idea) in the coming years. The refreshingly crisp air and autumn foliage are unexpected gifts after envisioning a year of summer when I left the Northern Hemisphere last November. I may be far from home, but with a Selkirk Rex nestled in my lap and a fresh cup of java at hand, I’m feeling pretty content with where I am.