since moving to south africa almost 6 years ago i have slowly been knitting myself into the fabric of my adopted community. i am very aware of the balance between foreign and familiar, with each little drop of history i lay down here gently tipping the scales towards the latter. every aquaintance i make is a chance to randomly bump into someone i know and that minor occurrence always fills me with hope that i can one day belong here. that this crazy country would cradle the minutia of my life. where i used to take seeing a familiar face in a crowd for granted, now i cherish the reminder that i am part of this place.
in a land of complete strangers, my saving grace was marrying into the hoatson family. my husband has 35 first cousins. 35. they are all warm, welcoming, loving and lively. many, many people in this province and beyond know at least a single hoatson and knowing them allows me to connect myself with the people they know. such a little pleasure to be 17,000km’s away from my history and yet meeting someone who knows my family. they whittle the six degrees of separation down to two every time.
amy is a hoatson. she is one of the kindest and sweetest and the beginning of the next generation of them to get married. i am utterly delighted that her new husband, jason, is now also my family. and his mom and brother are also my in-law-in-laws.