When I stepped onto that plane for my first ever flight to Cape Town, little did I know just how much things would change.

A few weeks shy of twenty-one, my plan was to stay for six months.

His plan kept me there for a decade, gave me a husband and three kids, and stained my heart with Rooibos tea and red African soil.




His plan took my definition of home, tore it up, and tossed it out the passenger seat window, where it caught the southeaster, never to be seen again.


It’s my privilege to be over at Emily Wierenga’s site, talking about the reason we’re all a little bit homesick

Emily is the author of the memoir, Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look

Join me over there for the rest of this post?