I sometimes obviously miss home. I miss so many things back home especially when it gets really cold in Minnesota. It’s a clishe’ by you always realize what you have when it is gone. Here are some of the things I miss.

• I miss going to Pick and Pay and buying boere wors
• I miss having a glass of St Anna wine
• I miss the South African sun, when everybody is wearing flip flops and sandals.
• I miss umphokoqo (African salad) and my mom makes the best in the world.
• I miss catching a taxi, and everybody gets into a conversation even though they don’t know each other.
• I miss going to a club and  listening to house music from Dj fresh and  the rest and then kwaaito towards the end of the evening.
• I miss hearing people speak Xhosa.
• I miss watching Isidingo.
• I miss actually miss the noise from back home. I know people want to shy away from the noise, (I also did when I was back home) I miss it now.
• I miss to seeing my friends dance, and everybody doing the dance of the moment.
• I miss South African radio stations: Fresh in the afternoon, Elana Africa, Bad Boy t.  (although sometimes they can be so frustrating)
• I miss home cooked meat.
• I miss going to YDE, the V&A waterfront, Canal Walk, Cavendish
• I miss going to the beach (not lake, not river) and wearing something very little.
• I miss South African women and their conversations.

I live in a beautiful country and I just wish that all South Africans could realise that!