Looking out over Phnom Penh,

Watching over the rain again,

Not chasing the gold,

But the opportunities, two-fold,

Could we stay one more span?

Factor this into our plan?

I see so many,

Keep moving on after a one-year trip,

I’m about to see my sixth year hit,

No longer than two years in one place,

But this may change due to that one and only face.

I’ve seen it change in the past two years,

Just like this city we have come to call home,

There are always these kinds of fears,

But together, we know we could actually, anywhere, bloom.

So, whether it be in Phnom Penh,

Or another place again,

Looking back here,

Or even further to New Zealand,

The best thing is we can be together,

And wherever we end up it could well be forever.