This morning I was just going about my daily routine of getting ready for work, taking out the trash, watering the flowers, locking up the cottage, when I heard a dove coo. That single sound crumbled my insides and made me so homesick for South Africa. That is one of the sounds of Africa for me, and here it was taunting me from its perch in little Ripon town, California. I was just minding my own business, doing my life, here, in California, and then Africa calls and tugs at my heart again. Its left me in a state of nostalgia, random images and memories of "my" Africa keep popping into my mind. Sometimes it feels so far way, physically and "emotionally", and then a single coo can bring it back in an instant colliding into my new life here, I still feel far away, that truth is just more present in my mind. I am all too aware of the part of me that is missing because I left it behind in Africa, where it will probably always remain, a part of me apart from me.