WHO AM I?
So, back in South Africa after 3 months. What can I say?
My whole tube with all my work never arrived with our other luggage in CT International. Waited four days and endless phone calls later, DHL delivered on Wednesday morning. Phew.
The pool needed cleaning, internet banking needed setting up again, payments to be made, garden ignored, vehicles sorted, applied for a replacement drivers license . . .
No problem is so big or complicated that it cannot be run away from. So we promptly hopped in the car an drove to Buffels. Stopped at Albertinia and bought a whole rump for steaks and some sosaties. Government white bread for toasted saamies. Condensed milk for morning coffee (yes, Bialetti!).
No fresh baguettes, no croissants, no sweet French . . . in fact, nearly nobody at all. In stark contrast to three months of sensory stimulation- smells, tastes, sounds, sights: familiarity. Good old Buffels lies surrounded by the endless pounding waves, wagtails in our house as if we've never been away. Glorious sunshine and the smack of the sea. An hour ago a whale blew a welcome 400m from my deck.
Yes, I miss Paris and my new friends. Yes, of course Mia is in a no-man land of frustration and nobody who understands it. Yes, it was a great, great, great experience. One has a mixed identity, a sense of something missing and a sense of something found. Like some strange creature on a new planet. But slowly the routine of home is beginning to ebb and flow with the tides. Nothing has changed, and everything has.
Started illustrating for Riana Scheepers' Gediggies vir Peuters. Huis Horison Art Auction looming large. Life carries on. The treadmill is turning. I step on board. OK, HERE WE GO.
Theodor is bang vir die nag - watercolour and charcoal illustration.