a year has gone...

About a year ago my parents and little sister imigrated from South Africa to Australia.

Doesn't sound like too big a deal...

But when you've lived at home your whole life and are used to having your family around all the time, it is.

It was all an idea, nothing 100%, until all of a sudden...
Everything got packed up [not everything, but the things that make a house a home... pictures, funny memorabilia, general things you're used to having around] and they were gone.

I guess we were lucky to be left with the house and similar set up, so it didn't seem like it'd be too big a change... but everything changed. Even the smell of the house.

At first it was hard... cried a lot. Hated the change. Regretted not going with.

But slowly, as I saw how strong my foundation was back here. The friends were there, they were strong, and as much as I felt that I was leaning on them, they told me I wasn't... it helped...

It's probably been the best [I've had to grow up] and the worst [I'm scared my little sis has changed beyond recognition] thing for me... for us.

After a year of not seeing my Pops, he came home [for a week] and it was amazing and a little wierd at the same time. You get used to doing whatever, you know?

And now, after exactly a year of not seeing my Mamma and little sister, they're coming home.

I'm so excited that I don't know what to do with my self. Yet so scared. I'm either gonna hold up and be extatic or melt down completely... a little puddle of R on the airport floor...

Hoping the sleeps go quickly,

Dreaming of Daisy Fields...

R

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