July 2008 Eve Hemming
One goes through peculiar sensations when one’s about to depart. I’ve lived in the Pietermaritzburg area for most of my life. The terrain’s so familiar, yet on departing I’m seeing it through different eyes.When I drive to work, I try to assimilate it in graphic detail. There’s the winding route down from Winterskloof along the Sweetwaters road, where one must be cautious of
walking up the hill barefoot and I think that before I leave I must give him some shoes. I momentarily lose the thought navigating a different vista. Then there’s the effervescent man donned in his red overcoat.
Always the same familiar scene.
Around the next corner
is my school and I'm immediately thrown into another precious almost last day as school Principal of 'my school'
of amazing staff and
very dear, disadvantaged special needs kiddies.
My precious eldest granddaughter, Toni, aged seven, asked me if she could fly over for a sleep- over once I arrive. When I confessed that it was a tad far for that, she asked if there are any vegetables in
A friend commented that I love the paradoxical roller- coaster
life in a quieter place
will be mundane for me.
That may be so. But that's
the captivation of life. It’s about making
a decision to bravely ride that roller coaster without knowing where it’s headed and what the bumpy road ahead holds. I think that the emotional roller coaster of emigrating and with it the re-identification of the self is as tough as the mayhem roller coaster here. Staying or departing have jagged upsides and downsides. Maybe that is what we need to come to terms with — that there’s no right or wrong choice. It’s in one’s own moment and possibly even in a strange way part of one’s destiny.