Home again, home again, jiggety jog!

Home again, and the mantle of being responsible, grown up, having a real job slips back onto my shoulders. I felt like I needed to make supper, needed to return all my calls, answer all my e-mails, unpack my case and put my clothes in the wash.

Being in Sarah, Riaan and Kev's home is easy. I feel at home there. I can wander around in my slipper and jammies all day, I can cook or not, I can lie on the couch and sleep. I never feel as though I am a visitor.

But it's not the same as being at home, feeling responsible. I understand why some retired friends of mine enjoy house-sitting. It is like time-out-of-time. It's like being on holiday, but more relaxed. I worked, but it dodn't feel like work as much as it does at home. I read and slept and it felt more like reading and sleeping than it does at home.

I love my home, but I also enjoy having time when we are free-er from the responsibilities of our home town and the lifestyle we have here. All sleeping in the same room - Pete and me in the double bed, Kev on his camp matress and Lindt in her dog bed, gave the illusion of a holiday. Can't wait to go back.