21/02/2026
Can you believe it is almost Autumn? 🍁🍁 My most favourite part of the year.
That fuzzy feeling rises in my chest every time I look out the window – memories turning to water, filling my eyes. I’m transported back to late afternoons of small village adventures: playing football with my little sister, or climbing the walls of the old toilet building in our village square. As evening fell, the smell of wood smoke from fireplaces would wrap around every street. Mom and Dad would be busy preparing for olive picking season, stacking logs high to see us through the coming winter ❄️❄️
“Come on girls!” Mamma would yell from the balcony. “It’s time to come home – it’s getting dark!”
No phones to call us then. No videos, no TikTok, no games to fill our time. Just an empty playground and all the space in the world for imagination. I miss those days so deeply. When I look through old videos and photos, I find one taken when I was eighteen and my sister fourteen – we’d walked to the little church beyond the village, pretending to interview ghosts hiding between the olive groves. We played without a care in the world, making memories we didn’t even know we were storing away. That moment plays on repeat in my mind, clear as day.
Now, years later, I rock my second son to sleep in a wooden armchair, and look out the window to feel that same nostalgia wash over me ❤️
It is nearly Autumn once more – but everything is different. Here, in New Zealand, on the other side of the world, autumn begins on the first of March, not the first of September. I am no longer that carefree eighteen-year-old from a Greek village; I am a mother, a wife, a woman building her own career. I never thought I would leave Greece, let alone settle half a globe away.
But autumn still feels like coming home.