“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
You walk away from an experience such as this with a newfound respect and appreciation for those things, people, and places that you typically take for granted. To be able to get into my car and go, without the hassle of a taxi or engage in a conversation with my mother without having to repeat myself 10 times over a fragmented Skype phone call, these are the small things that I would normally categorize as minor, but here, within this context, have graduated to major luxuries. It pains me to say it, but I have had envious moments here, where I have watched our UKZN partners leave our van to travel to their respective families, spaces, and friends, and wished that I could do the same. But soon enough. Two more weeks and I will be with those I love again.
For now, I must focus on the task at hand: learning, growing, and enhancing the lives of those I meet (i.e. Brettonwood students, Kenneth Gardens community members, UZKN friends). I know this feeling is particularly strong today, and I will probably feel an incredible emptiness when I depart, but at this moment, while sitting at this computer, typing, I am missing home.