THINGS I´M GRATEFUL FOR

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Seven (7) weeks into this beautiful journey and I have a lot to be grateful for.

I have come to the realization that I am God´s favourite child, loved and protected by oJwarha and all other forces, and the universe has finally aligned and has put its best foot forward for me.
When I said my goodbyes at the airport in Johannesburg and walked through the security gates, I thought I was saying goodbye to the comfort of family, home and friends. I thought it would just be my partner and I, and my studies but the universe had other plans. First and foremost, my partner´s family and friends decided to shorten my name and call me `Ncumi` - a name ONLY Gogo called me; I knew from then that I was home.
My partner´s parents have been the epitome of love and home, I can´t even find the words to describe their warmth besides that his mom is Gogo reincarnated and his dad is the German version of my grandfather – I even get shocked by the similarities and think my head or the universe is playing games with me cause it´s supposed to be impossible to have two of the most important people in my life multiply like that. My partner´s ever-so-sweet and kind sister in-love and brother are the siblings everyone deserves. They welcome me into their home, allow me to fall in-love with their handsome little human, and take precious time out of their schedules every week to teach me German, the in´s and out´s of the family and life in Germany.
As far as I remember, I have never felt so much love and contentment from anyone besides my immediate family, and I have never been more at home outside my two homes.
My partner´s friends and colleagues are just as amazing! An entire group of people have decided to have their conversations in English just to accomodate me - do you know how hard it is to speak English after countless beers and shots of Schnapps or vodka?? I even struggle with that language and it´s almost my home language.
We have also been invited into their spaces/homes every week since my arrival and I have been welcomed with open arms, I even received gifts on my birthday.

I can finally say this is is my home now, and I am thankful for the love and warmth. I sometimes forget that I´m so far from the only home I have known because they have made this a pleasant journey and time.

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