I know its maunga, the trails winding up the grassy slopes. I know its harbours, the Waitematā, the Manukau, the golden sheltered bays of the North Shore, the unrestrained ferocity of the West Coast beaches. I know its roads over motorways, its public toilets, its broken footpaths. The pockets of bush, the playgrounds, the strips of shops in Ponsonby, Onehunga, Browns Bay, Howick, Māngere Bridge. I know its limits, I know its expanse. Now it is my home.
