There is a song here that goes something like this:
My home is far away, my home is far away, my home is far away.
But I am home away from home, I’m home away from home, I’m home away from home.
I feel like I don’t write enough about my host family. I live with the Tsatsi family and most of the time, the household consists of me, Morongwa (my mom), and Khomotso (Morongwa’s younger sister, so technically my aunt but I call her my sister). My host dad, Michael (I can’t spell his Sepedi name) gets to come home about once a month for four days at a time but sometimes comes for a longer stay.
I will be extremely sad to move away from them in a month. They each have many wonderful attributes, but as a family they are kind, welcoming, supportive, helpful, sincere, willing to answer my hundreds of questions, and each of them has a great sense of humor. It’s kind of crazy because I’ve only been here a little over a month, but this really does feel like home now. I will especially miss my mom’s laugh and my sister singing all the time.
I’m sure my permanent host family will be wonderful, but this family will always hold a very special place in my heart for welcoming me to South Africa with open arms in such a magnificent fashion and teaching me what “family” means here.
Of course, no one can ever replace my biological family (nor would I want them to try), but having such a wonderful family here makes it way easier to be so far away from my Mama, Daddy, and Brother.