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Read my full day to day blog of my first big overseas solo trip.
Day 22 (28th Dec ) I am currently trying to put off the fact that I have to leave my family that I travelled around the world to see. The saying “time travels fast when you’re having fun” is completely true in this case. I cannot believe that it has been a week and a half here in East London South Africa. Although I never lived here growing up, I have so many memories attached to this place and most of all the memories and the love I have is for the people in it.
The day starts off with me and my granny lying in bed trying to chat our way through everything we haven't had a chance to talk about during my stay so far. We drag ourselves off the bed to have traditional grandpa’s oats porridge and get ready to head out to do some last minute shopping before heading over to my cousin’s place to pack.
Although plans always change and in this case it was for the better, I can’t help but think it’s funny how we see the sights of the town the afternoon before I leave. Me and Robs go grab a milkshake from Freezeland - which is said to be the best milkshake place in SA. They come all packaged in little jars ready for takeaway. Robs takes me to one of her favourite places which is a lookout over Nahoon Bay. The view is amazing and it is so peaceful enjoying the last moments of my time here in East London, the town where my mother was raised. On our way home we spot a field full of wild sunflowers (my favourite flower) so of course we had to stop and take a few sneaky photos and maybe take a few for her home.
A few hours later, my grandparents come over to come to the airport to say our dreaded goodbyes. Looking at my time now spent I wouldn't change a thing yet hope for more time together. I always wished my grandparents lived close to me so I could just pop over to their home after school like all the other kids or spend the week over at their place baking cookies. Unfortunately that was never able to be me but it did make me realise just how special our little time we did have together now was and would be. I didn't want our time to end I really truly didn't want to go.
We arrived at the airport with a few minutes spare so a meal at the Wimpy it was. I couldn’t eat, I just felt sick with the thought of getting on a plane and leaving my family behind. The woman's voice appeared on the overhead speakers and we just about made out that she was saying my flight was boarding. It was now time ... even though it took a good ten minutes to say our goodbyes the time just flew by and my body just took me over the security check though but my mind was foggy -not registering that I was moving and next thing I was through the doorframe and into the waiting lounge. I started gathering my hand luggage that was still coming through the scanner and it just hit me, tears flooded through my eyes and down my cheeks. I couldn't control them. I tried to poke my head around the corner to catch the last glimpse of my granny as she was walking away. My time with them was over and my mind could not comprehend this fact.
I boarded my flight within two minutes of getting through security trying to wipe away my tears that were still running fast down my face. As I sit down trying to hold back my tears just enough so no one around me will notice, but unfortunately they do. However, I quickly learn that they think I'm just afraid of flying being a solo woman on a plane. Over the duration of the flight I try and switch my concentration away from the disturbing emotions of walking away from my grandparents and onto the fact I will get to see my best childhood friend of whom I haven't seen in 5 years and will be seeing in a couple of moments after I land.
The wheels of the plane brake and I am now back on Durban soil. I head for the bathroom to make myself at least slightly presentable before standing in amongst the crowd of people waiting for their bag to roll around on the cambelt. I see my bag, grab it and take a deep breath as now I am filled with excitement and a touch of nerves as my childhood best friend Sarah is waiting on the other side of the sliding doors. I spot her and we immediately race into each other’s arms. It is strange that this moment is here. We have been in contact for so long talking about me coming over and now it is here – a reality. We walk over to her family who is waiting in the food court area and we cannot stop talking. The whole way home was catch up talk and good conversation. What an emotional day!
xx Kirsty Claire xx