Another year has come and gone, it is my thirty fifth birthday today and I vividly recall my last birthday. I was pregnant with Luka, heavily so, Gerhard and I went out to diner with my sister and her then fiancee. I knew in my heart of hearts that it would be my last birthday in South Africa for a bit and somehow was sad already, if that even makes sense.
Today was a sad day, I missed friends, family and all, and then I remembered that this is not my first birthday spent away from home. After matric I lived in Belgium for a year, that was a sad birthday, and remember, this was before the internet, skype, emails, bbm and texts, yes, I know I am giving my age away, but hey, that also proves that this birthday, even though spent in the outbackis not as bad as that...
Move on a couple of years and we relocated to Middelburg, Mpumalanga, even more rural than Sydney, and once again, just me and Gerhard, and worst of all, I wanted a couch as a gift, but sadly, Middelburg did not live up to my standards. So no gift, no party...boooo hoooo hooo
I just woke up and felt so alone today, like the world was so far removed from me, I could not speak to a number of people that I wanted to, I could not get any hugs and kisses from friends and family, no lovely dinner out and someone looking after my kids, because we are still finding our feet remember.
So, what do I have to be thankful for this year, well a lot, I got a daughter, and I finally got to spend some quality time with her, I am getting to know her and she is actually too precious for words. Yes, she is feisty, but hey, she has to get that somewhere...
I have a loving clever little boy who really thinks that I do have super powers, and that I will make him fly. Liam, mommy will try!
I have a doting husband who thinks that I am just the best thing that ever happened to him.
I am on the adventure of a lifetime, living in Sydney, not working and with time and money enough to enjoy the sabbatical.
So really, this morning I gave myself a pep-talk, toughen up princess, this is not Africa.
Till next year, when I will be even more tough.
Today was a sad day, I missed friends, family and all, and then I remembered that this is not my first birthday spent away from home. After matric I lived in Belgium for a year, that was a sad birthday, and remember, this was before the internet, skype, emails, bbm and texts, yes, I know I am giving my age away, but hey, that also proves that this birthday, even though spent in the outbackis not as bad as that...
Move on a couple of years and we relocated to Middelburg, Mpumalanga, even more rural than Sydney, and once again, just me and Gerhard, and worst of all, I wanted a couch as a gift, but sadly, Middelburg did not live up to my standards. So no gift, no party...boooo hoooo hooo
I just woke up and felt so alone today, like the world was so far removed from me, I could not speak to a number of people that I wanted to, I could not get any hugs and kisses from friends and family, no lovely dinner out and someone looking after my kids, because we are still finding our feet remember.
So, what do I have to be thankful for this year, well a lot, I got a daughter, and I finally got to spend some quality time with her, I am getting to know her and she is actually too precious for words. Yes, she is feisty, but hey, she has to get that somewhere...
I have a loving clever little boy who really thinks that I do have super powers, and that I will make him fly. Liam, mommy will try!
I have a doting husband who thinks that I am just the best thing that ever happened to him.
I am on the adventure of a lifetime, living in Sydney, not working and with time and money enough to enjoy the sabbatical.
So really, this morning I gave myself a pep-talk, toughen up princess, this is not Africa.
Till next year, when I will be even more tough.
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