Do you know that paradoxical feeling of being full and empty at the same time? Maybe not.

I just came back from a long, overdue trip home. The weekend seemed quick as lightening,  a reflection of the speed of which this year has gone by.

I feel full in my spirit, because of:

• The picturesque drives along the sea
• Pop-ins at my former work and seeing my ex-colleagues (now friends)
• My dad’s bear hugs
• Mom’s chocolate breakfasts
• Granny’s magwinyas
• Ivumba le heater ye paraffin at their place
• Brunches and lunches with my sister and besties
• Kisses, hugs and prayers from my old church people
• Love

Time is so valuable. People are so precious. I value every moment spent with those who route for me, support me and want nothing but the best for me. I draw strength from them.

My vernac expressions just prove how strong the longing was, how far the distance seemed, a kind of reawakening of what matters most!

I’m back  in Cape Town feeling empty, because I miss it all again.