Going home

I belong to an amazing closed group of Carers on Facebook. All these amazing people share the good, the bad and the ugly of caring on a daily basis. In a group of over 1 603 members, there is always someone who is having a really rough day, someone having an awesome day and someone who simply needs to know that they are not alone in this life of a carer which can from time to time be heart-wrenching to say the very least. New carers to the page ask questions which the ‘oldies’ can answer and together we learn so much about life in England, life as a carer and loads about life in general.  We share loads of laughs, births, weddings, all sorts of celebrations as well as the heartbreak of losing a loved one. What an amazing group  of people! After caring for over 3 years now, I have realized that although it makes financial sense to stay and work for at least 6 months…half a year is a LONG time to be away from friends and family, the sights and smells of my beautiful country, biltong, a spanspek, a mango that doesn’t have to cost at least R36, a braai, sunshine, a thunderstorm and the list could go on and on….and on. I do love South Africa, I love that we are such toughies and love that we have this amazing ability to smile in the face of adversity, forever maintaining a sense of humor, regardless of the situation. Something happened to remind me of how short life is. What a cliche. But if you really think about it. Life IS short. I always look for signs and when I googled “cheap airfares to Johannesburg” and I found a return airfare for £398, I saw it as a sign. I had to go home. I booked and paid. All I had to do was get through the next one week of caring for a lady I had never met before in a place I had never been to before, keep the secret from my family and see if I could still sleep on an airport bench for an 11 and half hour layover.  One has to expect some kind of suffering for a cheap airfare. I booked my air ticket on KLM via Amsterdam using Travelup –  http://www.travelup.co.uk One of the best decisions I have ever made! I proved to myself that I am not too old to sleep on an airport bench (the airfare was worth it). Seeing my son on Facetime is one thing but a huge big hug is priceless and seeing the look of disbelief and surprise on my sister’s face was truly amazing. I needed to stop for a bit. When you stop and look, life is pretty darn fabulous!  

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