Home is where the heart is

A wise man once said “Home is where the heart is”. Being a South African in Toronto was a tough task. Many terminologies were alien’s tongue to me. Such as:

  • Shovelling the snow
  • Snow storm
  • Taking the subway to work
  • Buggie (we say trolley) shopping cart
  • Penny, dime, nickel and so on

They confuse their metric system and English system. They do not use just one of the two. For travelling they use kilometres and direction. For weighing they use pounds and not grams or kilograms. I was stuck in this confusion.

I was in a continuous search for something, the X factor. I kept asking my husband “when are we going home?”. Those words, I really didn’t know what it meant, but it kept coming out of my mouth, once a day, daily.

Now, I’m back to SA and I was walking my dog this morning. A sudden thought came across my mind. I was longing to come back to my home..here..to this very property. I never really thought about it when I was in Toronto. Nostalgic feelings overwhelmed me then…but I didn’t know or had the capacity to realise that I missed my 5 acre property in Midrand SA. It took me couple of years to realise that..I know it’s weird..

It’s so strange, I don’t usually miss people or houses, but all this time I had this empty longing feeling to come back. Destiny brought me back to this very place.

I quickly took a photograph of my house and posted it on Instagram and Facebook. I felt some warm feelings in my heart. I felt wise and comfortable, but I know this comfort is not permanent. I am happy with my temporary feelings.

Home is where the heart is.

I was brought up in this 5 acre farm land (Midrand)

I have not taken photos of the luscious green garden, I will update you with those photos on my next post

PS- All my recent nature Instagram photos were taken in my garden

Keep it chilled!

Prad

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8 comments

  1. I can share your sentiments having left SA, and even after 7 years I know my heart still beats an African drum. However, what I have realised, is that it’s not necessarily the place that I miss but the people.
    I have made good friends and have taught them South African words and we often have a good laugh about some of them. One example was about changing a globe which had blown. NZ’ers call it a light bulb. Here a ;bakkie’ is a ute and so on. I have learnt to reconise the blank look I et when I have been misunderstood.
    One other funny thing is when SA meet each other here the first thing they do is turn to the Afrikaans language. I guess it is a common denomintaor.

  2. @Beverly – Thanks for your comments. I enjoyed reading it. I think not only the place I miss but the memories as well. It’s like if I meet a Tamil speaking person in SA I will start to speak the language ..I think it is also nice to show off our language to the world. Do they have SA braai groups there? I know in Toronto every 2 months the SAns get together for a braai or skiing etc.

    @Rahul AKA Raj – Thanks hey!

  3. So true Pradeepa!!!!Enjoy while it lasts!!!!Nothing in this world is permanent and this is visible in all levels of this universe.We live in a world of constant flux.Unfortunately,many of us refuse to recogonise this and suffering is result!!!When we fail to acknowledge impermanence, we cling to things. We cling to our youth, to our health, to our relationships, and to our possessions. We cling to them as though they could provide lasting happiness, as though they will last forever. Eventually, reality intervenes. That to which we cling is taken from us, and we forced to face the truth of impermanence.If one is aware of the impermanence you will know that its temporary!!! We can have a much happier life if we instead realize and accept the impermanence of existence. We can see the futility of clinging to things, and instead learn to appreciate them while we have them, but without staking our happiness on them. !!!!

  4. @Srividya – You took me into a psychological roller coaster there with your descriptive comments. Thank you for that. To add to your view, I think when we are young we are fed love, attachment and permanence by our elders (lasting assurance is given by relationships) thus we can’t see life other wise. Our mind doesn’t want to see outside that viscious circle. If we were taught to step back and look at life with the different eye from young then we wouldn’t struggle to let go of our possessions, relationships etc.

    @Niranjana – This house is smaller but the land is mega huge, there are some houses that are huge and the land for garden is small. If you have the good qualification and life..you can lead a fantastic comfy life here. Also we are spoilt with maids and gardeners.Some lead a super luxury life..they even have maid to carry their shopping bags and do their bed. I think some instances can go to the extremes. It’s sad.

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