Homebound

Jan 02, 2012 23:21

Simon's Town is a villagey area in the southern reaches of Cape Town. My mother and stepfather live there with two extremely angular, well-loved cats. Their house perches high on the windy slopes of the mountain, overlooking the sea.

When I was a teenager, the house was a cottage and my room was tucked underneath it, accessible only by its own direct door to the outside. For a teenager, this was heaven. Now I am older and the house is larger and my old room is the guest room. This is where Iza and I stay when we visit.

It was difficult to leave that place tonight, not only because of old memories, but because it felt like a home for both of us, a sanctuary deeper than a mere holiday venue. It was the ideal place to end our holiday.

Now we are on our way to our London home. We're sitting in the departure lounge at Cape Town International, despite various officials' initial refusal to believe in our temporary passports. (Now they have faith and we are saved, hallelujah.) We fly soon.

We've had a truly wonderful holiday, in the original sense of it being full of wonders. Feels like we've been away for ages. I'm sad to leave, but happy to be going... home.
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