05/06/2024
Home doesn't always travel with you🌾
I'm counting down the days till my family visits me again in the Netherlands. Being an "expat" (technically not one anymore) holds a lot of adventure, but it can also get lonely. Your people, your language, your favourite snacks (oh sweet, sweet biltong and koeksisters) and good wine for a relatively good price are all far away. Home doesn't always travel with you.
And while I have set up a loving new home with my partner and the smallest Maine C**n ever, here in Rotterdam. It remains hard to adjust to a new country with its own culture and way of doing things. I miss my mum's hugs and her laughing at her own jokes, dad's coffee with sarcasm, and my brother's spontaneity (and surprising us with new board games). I miss "lekker", "aweh", and the friendly smiles of petrol joggies. I miss the generosity and kindness of Tannies and Oumas giving me more love than I can fit in my luggage back to Rotterdam. I miss the sun and the Stronger Together feeling that you get once you step onto South African soil. So, while I have my new home that I adore and has also become part of who I am, I still long for my other home - my first home.
That's one of the reasons I decided to become a doula. To be pregnant in a new country, with little knowledge of the medical systems, and no mum, dad or sister around to comfort and support you, can be quite scary. A journey that is supposed to be beautiful and special, can easily be taken over by overwhelming feelings of fear and loneliness.
As a doula, who has experienced the ups and downs of moving to a new country, I want to be the person you can lean on when you feel lost or scared during your pregnancy. I want to empower you in moments of helplessness and make you understand that you are not alone in this magical time of your life 🍃