A Spilt Personality, Geography-wise....
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The snow is finally melting in my cozy Northern Idaho home. The moose are no longer cruising in front of my house to nibble on my plum tree. I saw my first robin today, have the windows open; it's a balmy 45 degrees according to the thermometer on the douglas fir by the back porch. I'm home, yet my mind and heart wanders back to Southern Africa. I'm getting it all down, all the stories: people, places, adventures, thwarted romances and culinary discoveries. I chose to come back here, the only part of the North American continent I really feel at home. That's saying something because I am a true geographical mutt: inbred is a healthy restlessness that keeps me from doing anything remotely close to my nation's idea of a "normal " life. No house in foreclosure, no husband, no kids. Everything still fits in the smallest U-Haul you can rent. But this is home, I'm putting down roots. My best friend from college is two miles away. My father and closest sibling are a day's drive south through one of the West's most beautiful states. I have a freezer full of huckleberries, bing cherries, elk meat and wild trout from last summer's wanderings. I am once again an Idaho girl. But Africa, the cradle of humankind. My brain swirls back to seeing the Spingboks beat the All Blacks outside of Pretoria, making fried chicken on the Fourth of July for everyone at the Coffee Shack Backbackers on the Wild Coast, flirting with the dishy South African pilot in Madagascar. I want to go back and say "Hi". See if the white rhino calf I got to name is doing okay in Swaziland, make sure my room is waiting for me in the toney Afrikaans neighborhood I called home for a good chunk of 2006. I celebrated my birthday there, was a spring baby for the first time in my life. Daffodils and tulips marked early September rather than yellow school buses and the start of the pro football season. My spirit is split. I'm not being Tao, not living in the now. My body is here, my thoughts are there...and I honestly don't think I want any therapy to bring the two together just now. |

It's like that no matter how long we spend in one particular place, isn't it? The grass is always greener?
I can't wait to publish your rhino article!
I am so glad you liked it. One of the purposes of writing about the place, my experiences, is to get some exposure for Mkhaya. Their conservation budget is tight despite the fact that the tourist side of Big Game Parks does very well. Conversations with Mick Reilly on what would be the most help came down to two things: cash to purchase more private land to expand the reserve (rhinos need alot of room) and exposure. Ya'll are the perfect forum to do just that! More to come...like any good writer I can't keep the ideas ( and the smiles that go with them ) in single file
It is so nice to read about snow - I'm getting ready for a working day, dreading when I have to put on clothes and go out into the Durban heat and humidity - February/March is the worst. One gets used to having damp clothes and wet hair. I'm not an aircon fan, so I don't have it at home - only fans - but I'm sure glad when a client has it.
I have been to the USA once - and Europe many times but always in summer. Although I complain about the heat, I don't know if I could deal with a northern hemisphere winter.
I always come come and for me Durban, alongside the Indian Ocean is home. I can swim in the sea in winter and I only have two sweaters - think ones and one jacket.
As I'm getting older, no matter how far and wide I've traveled, having that one place that warms my spirit and instantly becomes my home is something I crave more and more.