When once you have lived somewhere, does it always feel like you are coming home? There is a feeling of belonging, of a different you, and alternate you, that once drove these streets and saw these sunsets. Arriving in Johannesburg at sundown, the sky filled with big fluffy clouds, turning crimson as we land. I know just how the air will feel when I leave the plane, just how the voices will sound. It's been over a day since we left our other home, 11 years since the last visit to South Africa, 17 years since my last glimpse of Johannesburg, but still it feels like coming home.
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