The little things I miss about home

There are days when I really feel nostalgic about home. When I speak of home I am usually referring to two places: my mother's house, which is our family home in Zimbabwe and South Africa (my second home). I am currently living in Hong Kong and it is a far cry from what I used … Continue reading The little things I miss about home

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There is no place like home…

I am sitting in the airport lounge, fighting back tears. I hate goodbyes... Still can't believe six months went by so fast.  I am now convinced that it is better to stay away from home than to go home and have to leave again. And this is coming from a self-confessed unsentimental (antonym of sentimental) … Continue reading There is no place like home…