Hiatus

So the holidays have finally hit South Africa : D some of us will be lounging around on beaches, others are working (yay...not). Since I'll be working and lounging (on the couch that is) Under the Sun will be on hiatus until the 17th of June. Enjoy life people, I'll be back before you know it!

Minor Operations: When Everyone Thinks You're Screwed

So during my school vacation (its always during vacation!) it was discovered that after nearly three months of being constantly sick, I had tonsillitis. So bad, that even though this was the first time, I was told to have them removed immediately. We went to see a specialist, and Bob's your uncle the operating date was set for Monday the 23rd of April. Meaning tomorrow.

The funny thing is that I am completely fine. I'm not stressed, or worried, I just want it over with. In fact I'm pretty excited to spend my first night in a hospital. Everyone else however, is not taking it so well. And that's putting it very lightly.

My mom has religiously bought medicine, and now provisions for my recovery week. Provisions like kid's toothpaste, marshmallows and purity (baby slop). She has sworn not to leave my side until she is forced to.

My stepfather, who generally keeps his distance when I'm sick, has taken to giving me inspirational and motivational speeches every five minutes. Which sort of makes me feel more like I'm going off to war instead of getting a simple tonsillectomy.

My step mom has advised strongly against taking my tonsils out, since I may need them in the future. I have no idea what she thinks I'll do with them. My father has decided to keep his distance and only said good luck now and then. I almost prefer that.

My very nosey grandmother phones every chance to tell me that I must:" Instruct your mother to look after you properly." She then phones my mom anyway to harass her.

My teachers look at me like I'm a mental patient, my friends say goodbye as if they'll never see me again and I'm pretty sure my boyfriend is going grey. The only other happy person about it is my cousin's boyfriend who suggested that i ask for my tonsils in a jar, add some glow stick juice and make a nightlight. Are we seriously the only ones that don't think its that major?

A tonsillectomy is a pretty straight forward 20 to 30 minute operation which has been done millions of times. The recovery time is about a week. I don't understand why people are pretending I'm going to die. Do they like the drama? Do they want to comfort themselves? Or do they just want to scare the crap out of me? Either way, I'll report back next week.

P.S We reached more than a thousand page views this week. The first milestone. Thanks to everyone reading :)

Coming Home; Houses that are Alive

I think the strangest part of travelling is coming home, especially if you’ve been away for a long period of time. You walk in the door, and even though you know this is your house, you feel awkward. The type of awkward that you get when you visit someone for the first time. You unpack your bags and feel just a little bit like you are in a hotel room. Everything has been shut for a long time.

And now that you are back, the house will breathe of energy and life again.

Ive often found that houses have a feel to them. You sense it as you walk through the door. The energy in the house is a reflection of the people who live there, and that is why newly bought houses feel strange and unwelcoming for the first while. If it is an angry or abusive household, you could find a feeling of hostility, or just a quick thought of: “Something's off”.

Happy houses always make you want to come back. You love visiting, and the people are pleasant. Then you just get houses that have people in them, but aren't being lived in.

For now, I'm enjoying my last few days of vacation, and I am home.

I think.