Beyond awesome. That's all I can say about my first proper festival. The weather was sublime, the company excellent, the vibe just incredible and the music epic. I couldn't have imagined it better AND I didn't need my wellies. 

So now we are on our way home, burnt, bone weary and dying for a long soak in the bubbles. I've walked for miles and miles and yet it's only my feet which ache. 

So best band? I just can't choose. Passenger for being so humble and just really chuffed to be there. He blew me away with enthusiasm. Gaslight Anthem were all I expected from a rock band and had such a good vibe and humour! Not sure iq

Home Heart Happy

Life is not about regrets, but I think we all have one and PE is mine. 

I know now that Connor is African through and though and he is happy and content here. I know that holidays are different to real life but I think that's when you go somewhere new. SA does not count in that respect. This is my home. This is my son's home. 

It smells like it should

And I sit here in the sun and the sounds are different. I'm definitely in Africa. The birds sound different, the wind goes through the trees that bit differently. The smells are not the same as in England. And I'm happy. A different kind of happy to the uk.  Like I'm being me, I talk like me, I laugh like me. I know how to just be. As does my CG. He's done me proud. (As always it does have to be said)

Listening to w&s's parrot talk in a SA accent, so funny. Listening to my own voice talk in a SA accent, no stupid half accent like normal. Hoping I can be like the parrot and retain the chatter. 

And now it's the day of our big twenty year reunion and I'm finished, I'm "hundreds". I'm here. And the countdown is over and tomorrow I might be sad. But today/tonight I party with my old school friends and we remember what it was like to be 18 again. 

Is it home?

So we're in Cape Town and its like I've never left. I knew this would happen, hoped it would happen. Even CG,  who hasn't grown up here, feels like its home. The weather might be a bit yucky but it's not that bad. The people are amazing and smiley. The shops are full of yummo treats, the scenery is beyond stunning and the smells are the same. I am happy, I am content and I wish as always, I had never left. There was a part of me, the expat part that wanted it to be a bit too much so I could say 'this is not for me' but that's not happened. 

Yes I miss my people, but not anything else.