As I have adjusted to life in a large North American city, days are lived as in any other part of the world. We go to work, eat together, watch television, and go out as we would if we were living in South Africa. There are times, though, that I long for home and the family we have who still resides there.
Often these moments occur during times of celebration. Christmas has always been for me a time of family and, even though I spend a wonderful time with my husband and children, I do think of those that are living in Africa: siblings, parents, nephews and nieces. I think of everyone getting together and sometimes wish that we could join them. Even though Christmas brings out the fiercest longing, I do think of those back home when Easter comes around, when our birthdays are celebrated, and when the children graduate to the next stage of their schooling career. I think of my mom often and wish she could join us when the children participate in a concert, or when we celebrate an eventful occasion in our lives.
I realise that this longing will be something that I will always have within me. And, with this acceptance, I am able to enjoy the moment and to be content with the family that I do have around me in Toronto.
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was written for the FMF 31 day challenge hosted by Kate Motaung. Today’s prompt is: long)