Life in the big city became just so much of a rat race I realised that even if I won, I'd still be a rat.
So I got out of all that bullshit and jellybeans, got away from all the superficial crap that pollutes your mind, body and soul and eight years ago came home to where my roots are.
To where my heart is. To my Whakapapa.
And when I wake in my little caravan in the morning and light the fire or take a minute wandering down to my own most wonderful beach here at Tokomaru Bay, my heart sings. Never mind there's not a lot of money in the jar, and my name won't appear on any rich-list.
I know I'm really a multi-millionaire...
