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Finding that Home for the Holidays Feeling

Day 10 – Finding that ‘Home for the Holidays’ Feeling when Everything is Different

Finding that Home for the Holidays Feeling

 

I remember the first time I saw Santa Claus in a swimsuit. Not a pretty sight. It was our first Christmas in South Africa, and we were walking through a local mall. There before us was a Christmas display showing Santa on a surfboard with board shorts and sunglasses. [gasp]

SOOO wrong on so many levels.

Erwin and I looked at each other and said, “We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

We were about to experience a VERY DIFFERENT Christmas.  

 

SHOCK #1 – SWELTERING HEAT

What a shock to experience a HOT Christmas on this side of the planet. We’d only ever known the snowy, cold Christmases in Canada—freezing temperatures, warm fires in the fireplace, ice skating and tobogganing, and hot apple cider to warm up afterward.

Snow wasn’t an inconvenience—it was our friend. Read more

Canada Day: From Darkness to Blessing

 

// When homesickness hits, it hits hard. This was a tough week. Canada’s 150th Birthday, Erwin in Australia with Raelynne, Joshua in Canada, and I’m here in South Africa with David and Rachel and a good case of FOMO.

What a week to have “Blessing” as our Five Minute Friday prompt-word.

“My Goodness! What is wrong with me? I feel like I’m auditioning for a Lego Batman character… ‘Darkness. Blacked-out windows. No parents… I only dress in black, and dark shades of grey.’ The celebrations back home will be nothing short of epic. And I’m so homesick I can hardly breathe.”

For two days, the melancholy threatened to swallow me whole. I tried to write. I tried to read. I tried my best to see the glass half-full. But the loneliness was more than I could bear.

If I could’ve put my mood to music, it would’ve sounded a lot like “The Batman Song” from The Lego Movie. Have you seen it yet?

Darkness / No parents / Continued darkness / More darkness, get it? / The opposite of light / Black hole / Curtains drawn / In the basement / Middle of the night / Blacked-out windows / Other places that are dark / Black suit / Black coffee / You get it, that’s just the first verse

Darkness / No parents / Super rich / Kinda makes it better

Had it not been for the fact that I had promised to host a Canada Day Party at our house on Saturday night, I would’ve stayed in bed under the covers.    Read more

Day 14: Heaven in a Cardboard Box

This largely unedited free-write is linking up with the Write 31 Days Challenge. // indicates the start and stop of five minutes. The prompt word for today is MAIL. Go!

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//  Please Mom… Please send us some toothpaste. Yes, I know there’s toothpaste here, but I can’t find ANYTHING that we like.

Please Mom… Please send us some crackers. I’ve tried every package on the shelf, but NOTHING tastes like home.

Please Mom… Please send us some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. We keep trying different chocolate bars and they look similar, but they don’t taste the same AT ALL.

Please Mom… Please send us some red licorice. We’ve tried different brands and styles, but we’re ALWAYS so disappointed.

Please Mom… Please send us some Tim Horton’s coffee. I just need to taste HOME again.

Please Mom… We’re desperate.

It’s amazing how certain tastes and smells can trigger a tidal wave of memory and desire. We’d only been in South Africa for three months, and we were doing remarkably well, considering.

But let me tell you, being the MOM on this runaway train was a ride that I wasn’t prepared for.

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