I am a Sagittarian, and besides being the Best Looking, Wittiest and Most Charming star sign in the Zodiac, we are also supposed to be very fond of travelling. Well, my rising sign must be in Remainia because I hate travelling. I hate travelling for work, I hate travelling for conferences, and I’ve recently discovered that I hate travelling for holiday too. It has taken me almost 40 years to admit this, but I hate being away from home.
When I was growing up, we (my parents and I) used to pretend that I wasn’t allowed to sleep out at my friends’ houses. The truth was, I hated being away from home.
When I left university, I did what most well-to-do South Africans did at the time; I took a gap year to travel overseas. I lasted less than 2 weeks and I was home again. I just couldn’t stand being away from home.
The bravest thing I ever did was leave my home town for four years from when I was 23 till I was 27 to work in another city. I cried all the way there and I couldn’t wait to come home again. Even though I had moved out of my parent’s home when I was 19 years old, I always made sure I was never more than 20 minutes drive away from ‘home’.
I’ve had a great time on holiday, spending time with Marko and the kids but I’ve missed my home terribly. I miss my home, my things and my normal routine. I miss having my Paed just down the road (had to find an emergency doctor in this tiny town because Adam is sick, severe infection in his mouth), I miss my always-on broadband connection, I miss my bed, I miss my stuff.
I feel terrible that I am like this; I am trying my best not to let Marko notice. He has been looking so forward to this holiday for so long. And we really have had a nice time here, but I can’t wait to go home. My home feels safe and familiar and warm and comforting, and I can’t imagine why anyone would ever want to take a vacation from that.