And I have returned to my home town. Strange does not quite describe it. I’m trying to figure out when it hit me that I have returned.

It was not at Cape Town Airport, taking 2 screaming cats through security checks and sending them off to the cargo department.

It was not after take-off, taking in the breathtaking sight of Table Mountain towering over Cape Town and the harbour in all it majestic glory just after dawn.

It was not during the approach to the runway at OR Tambo airport in Johannesburg.

It was not during the hour long drive from the airport to Vanderbijlpark.

And then it happened. The things that made me realize that I am back.

Having to wait for some cattle to cross the highway leading into town, it made me burst into uncontrollable laughter and I thought “This is it. I have returned home.”

A delicious lamb stew for lunch, like only mother can make it, with the oh-so-necessary nap after lunch to aid in the digestion of a heavy meal.

Afternoon tea with a slice of my favourite carrot cake (like mom makes it ) about 5 minutes after I woke up from my nap.

Yes. I am back. At least for now.