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!