The Leaving ...

There's nothing worse than hanging around waiting for the time to leave for the airport. Leaving is always hard - my parents, so dear, and soon so far away. Funny, when I'm here, it's as natural as breathing to be part of the South African way of life. Of course, when I get home and see Leigh and Matt again, sit back at my desk at work on Monday, etc., then that is my reality. Almost like a form of schizophrenia. Anyway, enough already - time to finish packing and say goodbye.