The treasures of my heart and soul : Home

A few weeks ago i was listening to the radio as i was driving home from work. The presenter was interviewing South African citizens that are living (basically trapped) in Italy. I could hear the fear in their voices and the massive impact that the Corona Virus had caused in their lives could not be denied. All they wanted to do was to come home. HOME . I felt my heart drop to my stomach, in that instance i had a burning desire to go home.

Before listening to that interview i was really not concerned with the disease, i underestimated everything about it but i found myself on the internet for hours, shocked at what life in Italy has become. I began to think of myself,currently working in another province and being trapped and not being able to go home, I'm originally from Pretoria but I'm currently living and working in Cape Town .

I decided then and there impulsively that I'm going to go home before the airports stop operating. At this point i had no idea that our country would find itself under a 21 days lock down. All i had was a desire to be in the presence of my loved ones and i was determined to find myself home even if i had to walk there(okay that's a bit unrealistic but thats how strongly i felt) .

I made my trip home and came back to work just before the lock down could be implemented. Today i find myself thinking about those that are still trapped in foreign lands wherever that may be, alone and longing for home. Home, a feeling that is irreplaceable. Indeed there is no place like home. LEGAE

A good friend of mine asked an important question today, "Why do we live like we have time"? It had me thinking of how we live on borrowed time, every single second brings us closer and closer to our end.

Tell me why do we live like we have time to do this life thing all over again?

As you ponder on the question above let me leave you with words from one of my favorites . She defines home so perfectly.