it has been six months. 3 months longer than my ticket originally said; 6 months shorter than the year that i had originally given myself. six months ago, i got off the plane all tired and miserable, but so excited that i had arrived and everything was going to start. it feels very strange that so much time has gone by since then as some times (most of the time?) it feels like i have just arrived. my plans have changed, adapted and evolved into things that i could not have even guessed before i left the uk, but each experience has taught me something new and led me somewhere unique. but on the other hand, i feel so settled here that it feels like i have been here forever – except for the map book in the car. tell tale sign of my being a newbie in jozi!
i have a feeling that i should go through my favourite memories and be all cliche for you...i'm hesitating but here goes:
- first night at doors and meeting the man
- birthday trip to kwa maritane and my actual birthday
- folding napkins with desi
- making pancakes for the boys
- tokyo star in early jan
- getting a job and earning some foreign money
- finally getting my passport and id
- going to the ballet in pretoria
- photography course
- every second spent with the man
so there you go. i think that's enough. and i'm starting to get soppy.
so before i get too nostalgic, i just want to say thank you to my absolutely brilliant godfamily who have put up with me for the past 6 months…i’m not sure if they realize this, but i wouldn’t have been able to do any of this if it wasn’t for them. their hospitality, generosity and love can never be thanked enough.
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