I’ve been out of the house since 2001. Yes, 19years…yet every time I go to Durban, to my parents’ house (co-incidently, not the house I grew up in – this house was bought well after we got married!), I call it home. I have my very own home in Johannesburg, but I think my parents’ house will always be home for as long as I live. It gives me a sense of comfort, it is warm and welcoming, I am pampered when I am there…my mum cooks my favourites…I am allowed to just BE and I have noone to answer to.
It’s been a rough few weeks/months for me. My health has not been good. There have been days when I’ve laid crying in bed at a wits end. On top of that, work has been extremely challenging. I have been questioning everything in my life and I have just not been in a good space.
And so I’ve decided to go home for a long weekend on my own. I fly to Durban on Thursday evening and I will be back on Monday night. I booked my tickets this morning and I cannot wait!
Yes the mum guilt is there. The boys are going to very sad when I tell them that I’m going without them. But I need this! It’s so very important that I give myself attention from time to time…