I came back from the
Park run with a song in my heart. I was happy. I woke up early to do
the Park run with friends, had breakfast afterwards and returned
home.
And for a brief
moment I wanted to stay.
I wanted to stay in
my home country. I wanted to be around for the park runs on
Saturdays, the braais on Sundays and the thunderstorms in the summer
months. I wanted to be around to see my friends children grow up. To
explore all the new restaurants this city offer.
I wanted to be
around.
Perhaps it was
because for the first time in 4 months I had a weekend off. Oh, two
day weekend... I have missed you. I had time to do my washing. To lay
in bed reading. To make coffee and drink it while its hot.
I don't really ever
get the want-to-stay-feeling. I normally get the
where-am-I-going-next feeling. I like a simple life. One where my
life belongings fit into a backpack. One where I only need a bed, a
bathroom and a kitchen. An alternative life.
But for a brief
moment, just one, I wanted to stay.
