Routine is a funny thing – it is something that we mostly thrive on, but before long it takes over and turns every day into the mundane same old, same old.
I’ve been away from home for a few days and have loved it, make no mistake – the beautiful Cape Town has been treating me well.
But as exciting as it’s been to close the door behind me at night and not have any further responsibilities to the world for the past few days, as much do I realise that I miss my home.
And home is of course the place I love going back to, but mostly it is made up of my husband – solid and strong, always there for me, my daughter – full of little stories about everything and anything and my two furry friends – ready for a cuddle at any time.
Tonight I miss them all being far away.