Yep, that’s right, in just over a week I will touching down on the motherland. South Africa. For those who know me, they will know that this trip is bittersweet. Although I love going home to see my family and friends, it’s absolutely gut wrenching to get back on that plane and say goodbye. It’s a country filled with both sad and wonderful memories for me and it never fails to be an emotional rollercoaster. The last time we went home was well over 6 years ago. That’s an awful long time to go without the familiarity and strength of family. But it’s a choice we made in order to settle in the UK (going back and forth was proving way to unsettling). And now here we are, in a new country with the knowledge that this is almost certainly our permanent home. Very far away from everything we know and love. And we are shit scared that the trip back home will throw it all up in the air for us.
It was that scary car crash over Easter that made me pull myself towards myself and see the trip for what it was. An opportunity. A chance to reconnect with family, to revel in the beauty of our home country, to laugh with friends, to gorge on our favourite foods, to relax at home with those we love, to celebrate their lives (my grandmother turns 80 and Jordan’s mom turns 50 while we are home). So what started out as a reluctant trip, has turned into a total fit of excitement for me. If we are being honest here, my bag is already packed and waiting by the front door.