We have been back home in Australia for 2 weeks today after a 3 week trip to RSA to visit family and friends. This was our first trip back since we left in Feb 2014...and some of you may remember how anxious I was becoming to go there again.
Anyways...so we went. I even gulped back tears as we landed...because I really honestly did not want to be there. My in-laws were there to meet us...tears in their eyes and super excited to see us. I felt guilty for not being as excited. We went to the car and started on our way back to our old area. The traffic was bad, so my FIL took us a different way...only we got lost and ended up driving through Germiston township!!! Yeah...awesome...totally what I needed to get me into the swing of things again !!
Anyways, we made it back to their place. I was not sure what to expect to feel when we saw our old house...we all lived in the same estate back when we were still in RSA. I thought I might feel odd just driving past that road and not turning up it...but I never felt like that. I actually felt like the door was firmly shut a long time ago and I felt nothing really.
When we got to the IL's house just down the road, hubby's whole family was there to meet us...all excited and happy. It was good to see everyone, and to meet my new nephew. It felt really surreal to be back...everything is as it was...nothing has changed....except us.
We spent a couple of days in Joburg and then went on to Durban for about 10 days to spend time with my family. It was truly awesome to see my mom and dad and the rest of the family. And again surreal...a whole 14 months has passed and yet when you meet again it is like it was yesterday. Like no time has passed at all...
I guess the only way to describe it is that...Australia was like a whole seperate universe. South Africa and everyone we love exists in South Africa...and as for Australia...noone else can picture it. It is just some place we have been to...only we know the life we have made here...to our loved ones (barring the ones who have visited) we just went somewhere far away and have returned. You feel awkwardly detached...because your life is somewhere else now...and you are popping in to visit the life that everyone else continues to lead in South Africa. The changes they have made on their houses, the new aquisitions, new pets, new people....a whole segment of their life you have missed...and in the same way, they have missed yours too. Very very strange feeling.
As our 10 days in Durban drew to a close, I started to feel very emotional. I think that all this time, it isn't that I have not missed anyone...but that I have built a solid strong wall to keep my emotions behind. There is no point in pining away for people when the situation cannot be helped...we knew the sacrifices we made to go to Aus. We deal with it and make sure that we keep positive and find happiness in our new life here, even though everyone we love lives so far away. However, having my mom close and so enjoying her company and every moment together...my wall started to crumble, and I had some very tearful nights feeling ever so sad that we live so far apart. Saying goodbye was just as hard as the first time...I don't believe it will ever become easier.
We went back to Joburg for our last week. I can honestly say I have never been so busy in my life. We were constantly running around, seeing this person, seeing that person. Visiting the new horse, visiting the new property etc etc. One of the days we had 4 seperate arrangements on one day...and a misunderstanding lead us to end up having 2 dinners with barely 2 hours between them.
What I found myself feeling was such gratitude for how much people wanted to spend time with us. That they would shuffle their schedules and drive to where we wanted to go to spend a couple of hours with us. I felt humbled and grateful to know that despite our move...true friendships remain, even if you don't speak much...you can pick up where you left off and it feels like you last spoke yesterday.
What shocked us was the amount of our friends who were wanting to know how to make the move themselves. Many more than there were before we left. I feel so grateful to have already established a life in Aus and not have to be going through all that process. We been there...and we are past that now...and so very happy about it.
I did catch some flak from some family members who told me I didn't understand how hard it was for them to not have us in RSA anymore. And that they happy we so happy but we just don't get it from their side. That comment caught me off guard...a couple of days later I ended up in tears trying to explain to my husband's family our side of the coin. That they should not think that because we are happy it means that we don't care about them...but rather than we are making the very best go at a good life in our new country. That we are more alone than any of them that are still surrounded by family and friends...and perhaps they should consider that aspect before they say things like that. But people will have their own opinions, it is very hard to change a viewpoint like that.
By the last few days of our trip I wanted to go home. I had been happily surprised to find that I did indeed slot right back into life in RSA. To being super aware and making careful choices. It was a very good trip for me in the way that I was able to put life in RSA back in perspective. When you been living out of the country so long...only reading the news...always bad news, the problems in South Africa grow and grow until you cannot imagine how anyone even functions there anymore. But, people get on with their lives...they may not like what happens and life has anxieties...but you can be happy and live in RSA at the same time. You can enjoy your life and live in RSA at the same time. Different strokes for different folks I guess. We love our life in Aus, and we made the decision that we did not want to deal with the problems you face living in RSA...and that is us and we have no regrets. Others are really truly happy there...and so let them be.
I have decided to read less news...and next time we go there hopefully I won't go with such trepidation. Life happens, you move on and do what you can to make it a good one...no matter where you may end up.
A couple of nights before the end of the trip we went up to the parkland that was above our old house. I sat on a bench and stared at the house we lived in once upon a time. Remembered the moments I shared with the kids in that garden, the get togethers we had on that patio, the memories we made in that house...and I started to feel my stomach twisting into a little bitter ball again. Reminded again that we had to leave all we knew behind because we felt our children had no future in RSA. Because of the hatred and anger and bad goverment and corruption and so on and on...forced to make a decision to go far away from loved ones and friends to find a better life. I hated feeling that bitterness again...it had faded as the months went by in Aus...and it was a feeling I did not think I would feel again. However confronted by all that...brings it all flooding back. It was time to return home to Australia.
Saying goodbye to get back on our plane...sad to say goodbye to the people...but not as scary as the first time. We knew what we were coming back to in Aus and there was so much less uncertainty. It was a good feeling to come home.
We have spent the last 2 weeks moving into our new place...and it is great to own something in this awesome country.
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We have been back home in Australia for 2 weeks today after a 3 week trip to RSA to visit family and friends. This was our first trip back since we left in Feb 2014...and some of you may remember how anxious I was becoming to go there again.
Anyways...so we went. I even gulped back tears as we landed...because I really honestly did not want to be there. My in-laws were there to meet us...tears in their eyes and super excited to see us. I felt guilty for not being as excited. We went to the car and started on our way back to our old area. The traffic was bad, so my FIL took us a different way...only we got lost and ended up driving through Germiston township!!! Yeah...awesome...totally what I needed to get me into the swing of things again
!!
Anyways, we made it back to their place. I was not sure what to expect to feel when we saw our old house...we all lived in the same estate back when we were still in RSA. I thought I might feel odd just driving past that road and not turning up it...but I never felt like that. I actually felt like the door was firmly shut a long time ago and I felt nothing really.
When we got to the IL's house just down the road, hubby's whole family was there to meet us...all excited and happy. It was good to see everyone, and to meet my new nephew. It felt really surreal to be back...everything is as it was...nothing has changed....except us.
We spent a couple of days in Joburg and then went on to Durban for about 10 days to spend time with my family. It was truly awesome to see my mom and dad and the rest of the family. And again surreal...a whole 14 months has passed and yet when you meet again it is like it was yesterday. Like no time has passed at all...
I guess the only way to describe it is that...Australia was like a whole seperate universe. South Africa and everyone we love exists in South Africa...and as for Australia...noone else can picture it. It is just some place we have been to...only we know the life we have made here...to our loved ones (barring the ones who have visited) we just went somewhere far away and have returned. You feel awkwardly detached...because your life is somewhere else now...and you are popping in to visit the life that everyone else continues to lead in South Africa. The changes they have made on their houses, the new aquisitions, new pets, new people....a whole segment of their life you have missed...and in the same way, they have missed yours too. Very very strange feeling.
As our 10 days in Durban drew to a close, I started to feel very emotional. I think that all this time, it isn't that I have not missed anyone...but that I have built a solid strong wall to keep my emotions behind. There is no point in pining away for people when the situation cannot be helped...we knew the sacrifices we made to go to Aus. We deal with it and make sure that we keep positive and find happiness in our new life here, even though everyone we love lives so far away. However, having my mom close and so enjoying her company and every moment together...my wall started to crumble, and I had some very tearful nights feeling ever so sad that we live so far apart. Saying goodbye was just as hard as the first time...I don't believe it will ever become easier.
We went back to Joburg for our last week. I can honestly say I have never been so busy in my life. We were constantly running around, seeing this person, seeing that person. Visiting the new horse, visiting the new property etc etc. One of the days we had 4 seperate arrangements on one day...and a misunderstanding lead us to end up having 2 dinners with barely 2 hours between them.
What I found myself feeling was such gratitude for how much people wanted to spend time with us. That they would shuffle their schedules and drive to where we wanted to go to spend a couple of hours with us. I felt humbled and grateful to know that despite our move...true friendships remain, even if you don't speak much...you can pick up where you left off and it feels like you last spoke yesterday.
What shocked us was the amount of our friends who were wanting to know how to make the move themselves. Many more than there were before we left. I feel so grateful to have already established a life in Aus and not have to be going through all that process. We been there...and we are past that now...and so very happy about it.
I did catch some flak from some family members who told me I didn't understand how hard it was for them to not have us in RSA anymore. And that they happy we so happy but we just don't get it from their side. That comment caught me off guard...a couple of days later I ended up in tears trying to explain to my husband's family our side of the coin. That they should not think that because we are happy it means that we don't care about them...but rather than we are making the very best go at a good life in our new country. That we are more alone than any of them that are still surrounded by family and friends...and perhaps they should consider that aspect before they say things like that. But people will have their own opinions, it is very hard to change a viewpoint like that.
By the last few days of our trip I wanted to go home. I had been happily surprised to find that I did indeed slot right back into life in RSA. To being super aware and making careful choices. It was a very good trip for me in the way that I was able to put life in RSA back in perspective. When you been living out of the country so long...only reading the news...always bad news, the problems in South Africa grow and grow until you cannot imagine how anyone even functions there anymore. But, people get on with their lives...they may not like what happens and life has anxieties...but you can be happy and live in RSA at the same time. You can enjoy your life and live in RSA at the same time. Different strokes for different folks I guess. We love our life in Aus, and we made the decision that we did not want to deal with the problems you face living in RSA...and that is us and we have no regrets. Others are really truly happy there...and so let them be.
I have decided to read less news...and next time we go there hopefully I won't go with such trepidation. Life happens, you move on and do what you can to make it a good one...no matter where you may end up.
A couple of nights before the end of the trip we went up to the parkland that was above our old house. I sat on a bench and stared at the house we lived in once upon a time. Remembered the moments I shared with the kids in that garden, the get togethers we had on that patio, the memories we made in that house...and I started to feel my stomach twisting into a little bitter ball again. Reminded again that we had to leave all we knew behind because we felt our children had no future in RSA. Because of the hatred and anger and bad goverment and corruption and so on and on...forced to make a decision to go far away from loved ones and friends to find a better life. I hated feeling that bitterness again...it had faded as the months went by in Aus...and it was a feeling I did not think I would feel again. However confronted by all that...brings it all flooding back. It was time to return home to Australia.
Saying goodbye to get back on our plane...sad to say goodbye to the people...but not as scary as the first time. We knew what we were coming back to in Aus and there was so much less uncertainty. It was a good feeling to come home.
We have spent the last 2 weeks moving into our new place...and it is great to own something in this awesome country.
Home sweet home
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