My brother is around from the US. My other brother has a birthday this week. And a third brother just moved to Cape Town. The sum total of those events serves as a justification for a weekend away in the Western Cape. I could tell you I’m excited, and thrilled and cannot wait but that goes without saying. My dominant feeling as I wait for my flight in this freezing airport, is guilt. Brrrr!
I know. I know.
I know the whole spiel about how I should just go and have fun. She will be fine. Relax. Let your hair down (can’t help but laugh at this oxymoron, what hair? I ain’t got none to let down. Probably why I’m so wound up). Doesn’t help that for the past two days my daughter has been super clingy and whiney- like she knows or something. This morning as I left she insisted that Mommy carries her, and makes her porridge, and feeds her. Never mind that she was undoing some major milestones in her growth but she really was tugging at my already faint heart.
SCREAM! But then on the other hand, I feel free. I feel happy and ready to resit. Ready to chill with my brothers and CPT fam at large. It’s always a nostalgic journey going back to CPT because I remember my #youth days when I was in Varsity. The juxtaposition of that life and the one I lead now, always leaves me feeling good inside and above all, ready to go back to GP and embrace life.