Nothing gets my pulse running like your tranquil slopes and I miss you terribly.
Neighbours who actually take the time to introduce themselves to you.
For your Queen, art, and irony.
A place where simply driving down its 'best street' just makes you feel happy.
I think Ponsonby, the suburb, must survive off its one main artery.
For a South Island born small town lass, converted to a city dwelling chick - my home in Remuera has become my quiet suburban cul-de-sac.
Half Moon Bay is a great place to live.
It helps to have a people-mover in Onehunga: the two-tone Toyota Ipsum (1995-2001 models only, please) is de rigueur.
Western Springs, is a bit of a mish-mash. In a good way.
The top of a volcanic cone in Remuera is the perfect zen escape from the neighbourhood's preoccupation with being busy.
Friendly banter in the streets, locally owned businesses, a village unto itself.
The madness of its bent streets, the local fruiterer, the drafty old villas - it's all part of the charm of Mt Eden.
I'm a JAFA (Just Another Fun-loving Aucklander) through and through.
What locals know is that, once you are in Devonport, there's no need to leave.
Where neighbours know each other and life is as it should be.
Maybe it was the scent of fine roasted coffee which filled the main street that won me.
You can't live in a place with beach in the name, and go to the beach twice a day, without loving the beach.
Three years ago I left my hometown in south Auckland to become a central-city slicker in Remuera.
Where residents have invented a new language to avoid injury and insurance claims
The old, the new, the cheap, the eye wateringly expensive. Parnell is a mad mix.
The west Auckland suburb gets a bad rap but there is lots to love.