Back in my time zone

Wednesday morning I got up and packed, farewells took ages and made my arrival at YBL (Campbell River Airport) late and my making my flight a closer call than it should have been. After watching Dad and a couple of his siblings waving at the plane as it took off, it was a short flight to YQQ (Comox) and then a somewhat longer (though still only about half an hour) flight to YVR (Vancouver International).
At Vancouver airport I went through US customs and in to a weird holding pen/mall, the stores took both currencies but only gave Canadian change, it counted as the US from immigration purposes but everything sold was Canadian and I'm mostly sure I was still under Canadian law, they sold prepaid Canadian Post postcards but there was no post box and the only way out of the pen was to fly to the US - so they weren't usable. The flight to SFO (San Fran) was in a much tinier plane than expected.
At San Fran I saw no customs and for the first flight all trip had no security checks at all - just a bit over three hours in another holding mall with captive audience food prices. While there were pleasantly no security checks of any sort there, the mall was depressing. Come preboarding time my passport was confiscated due to irregularities in my Returning Visa - for a couple of minutes it looked like they were going to leave me in San Fran - where I'd probably have been shipped back to Canada. Just when I started to panic a little they realised the problem was with their computer and not my passport and all was fine. I boarded the plane, this time not getting an empty sit as a neighbour, unfortunately.
The flight was long. I watched Out of the Blue and something else I will hopefully manage to recall later and then got a fair whack of sleep. I woke up with pretty much only time to watch Galaxy Quest before landing in Auckland.
New Zealand customs kept querying my accent/Canadian passport combination as if I was somehow a bit criminal to be not travelling on an NZ passport - I think they thought I was ashamed on this tinpot little country.
I got to Wellington and slept through my bus ride to Upper Hutt. I found Tina and, after ditching my luggage, headed back to Wellington with her for luch with Tasha - a friend from uni who I've had basically no contact with in the many years since. Caught up with Giffy (whose wedding-celebratory button-badge travelled with me) and then had a quiet night trying to get back into NZ sleep patterns at Tina's.
Now, Saturday morning (on a week with not Thursday) I'm lying about glad to be back in NZ, and looking forward to actually getting home.