Houses- Old and New
Today my parents are moving out of the house I have lived in most of my life. Barring a few months after birth, a year when I was in Grahamstown, and the past 3 years in the UK, it was where I lived, and until today was home.
It is a really strange feeling, because however sad it makes me, I always knew it would happen. Being in the UK also gives me the distance to not have to get emotional about it. I can easily just sit back and say "life goes on" it's a natural progression. I suppose the reality will hit home (excuse the pun) when I go back to SA for my annual visit, and realize that that place is not my home it is just a house.
That being said I will miss it, and treasure the memories of my childhood. (little chuckle at myself for writing such a cheesy line and then trying to justify it to myself afterwards)
On my current house front, the spot where I live and share with two mates is causing me some frustration but not without a touch of humor.
Having returned from my jolly in Dubbo's, I was confronted by my poor little house looking a little worse for wear. After xmas I had left it in a 'vaguely' acceptable state, but for some reason the braai had not magically cleaned itself, and the borrowed tables had not walked themselves home. Damn!
Our garden fence has decided it is tired of standing in the wind and a portion of it has collapsed. This would not normally be a major issue (nothing a few panels of wood and a couple nails can't fix), however it is firstly freezing outside, and when I get home from work it is super duper pitch black dark. My female house mate is ill and in no position to be running around outside, so I am left to do it myself.
This is not a winning formula, me (tired after work) + Darkness (lots of it) + Big fence (being held only by me) + Nails (big and sharp) + Hammer (inflicter of pain) = A lot of F'ing and Blinding.
What I wouldn't give for (insert name of South African 'servant') to be in the UK.
It is a really strange feeling, because however sad it makes me, I always knew it would happen. Being in the UK also gives me the distance to not have to get emotional about it. I can easily just sit back and say "life goes on" it's a natural progression. I suppose the reality will hit home (excuse the pun) when I go back to SA for my annual visit, and realize that that place is not my home it is just a house.
That being said I will miss it, and treasure the memories of my childhood. (little chuckle at myself for writing such a cheesy line and then trying to justify it to myself afterwards)
On my current house front, the spot where I live and share with two mates is causing me some frustration but not without a touch of humor.
Having returned from my jolly in Dubbo's, I was confronted by my poor little house looking a little worse for wear. After xmas I had left it in a 'vaguely' acceptable state, but for some reason the braai had not magically cleaned itself, and the borrowed tables had not walked themselves home. Damn!
Our garden fence has decided it is tired of standing in the wind and a portion of it has collapsed. This would not normally be a major issue (nothing a few panels of wood and a couple nails can't fix), however it is firstly freezing outside, and when I get home from work it is super duper pitch black dark. My female house mate is ill and in no position to be running around outside, so I am left to do it myself.
This is not a winning formula, me (tired after work) + Darkness (lots of it) + Big fence (being held only by me) + Nails (big and sharp) + Hammer (inflicter of pain) = A lot of F'ing and Blinding.
What I wouldn't give for (insert name of South African 'servant') to be in the UK.
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