Sometimes missing South Africa is a sharp pain--an unavoidable presence that both makes my head spin and my stomach turn. Most times it is a dull ache that seems to emanate from the center of my body. I didn't expect anything like this. It seems that my reverse culture shock has mixed with my new culture shock, and as a result I'm walking around with my head in the clouds.
I miss: a country that made me appreciate beauty at every turn and where I felt at home, the sweetest boys in the world who lived at The Bridge, my fantastic friends, the boy I left, the love I felt constantly, free laundry, the wind that would sweep through my room and dry that laundry, the coastline of the end of the world, my blonde hair, sun, Marcell's, warmth, just about everything...
I will be back.
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