Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Levin, right? You know, that chill little town in NZ, where everyone knows everyone. I’m talking about the kind of place where you can’t sneeze without someone saying “bless ya.” Anyway, I roll outta bed, and it’s already a scorcher. Like, who turned the sun up to max?
First stop, I hit up the Levin Mall. It’s not huge, but it’s got everything you need. I’m strolling down Oxford St, and I see this dude juggling oranges. Like, who does that? I’m just trying to grab a coffee, and this guy’s putting on a show. I’m half tempted to throw him a coin, but then I remember I’m broke. Classic.
So, I finally get my flat white from the café. Best coffee in town, no cap. I sit down, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Sam. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit the park!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I chug my coffee and head over to the Levin Adventure Park.
Now, this park is dope. It’s got swings, slides, and even a mini skate park. I’m feeling like a kid again. But then, outta nowhere, I see this kid crying. Like, full-on meltdown. Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I mean, I get it. Ice cream is life. So, I do the only logical thing. I buy him a new one. Yeah, I know, I’m a softie. But hey, it made me feel good.
After that, I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I decide to take a stroll down Bath St. Big mistake. I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My shoes are ruined! I’m fuming. Like, why can’t people just fix the roads? It’s Levin, not a swamp!
I’m grumbling to myself when I bump into my old school teacher, Mrs. Thompson. She’s like, “Oh, look who it is!” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But she’s actually super nice. We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the new library on Queen St. Apparently, it’s got a whole section for graphic novels. I’m like, “Sign me up!”
So, I’m finally heading home, and I decide to take a shortcut through the Levin Domain. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and the ducks. But then, I see this group of teenagers. They’re blasting music and having a picnic. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I was that cool.” But then, they start throwing food at each other. Like, what’s up with that? I just shake my head and keep walking.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But it’s been a wild ride. I’m laughing, I’m angry, I’m happy. Levin really knows how to throw a curveball. I flop onto my couch, and I can’t help but smile. This town, with its quirky streets and random moments, it’s my home. And even with the puddles and the crazy kids, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day in Levin. Just another day in paradise, right?