See this road? I will be on it in two months time. But it’s not in Cape Town, per se. It’s in the countryside… a whole hour and a half away in Piketberg. Darlings, I tried to write some sort of post that explains why and what and how. The time arrived today to hand in my notice on my lovely, soon-to-be-vacated house though. And things have been mad busy. So I’m keeping it short and sweet instead. Trying to …
Ten years. A decade. 120 months. More weeks, days and moments than I can begin to count. Monday marked the 10 year point of losing the most important person in my life. Someone I spent as much time as possible with from the moment we met at the age of two. A cousin, a twin in another life perhaps, a best friend, a partner in crime, an inspiration and a soul sister. She was not just a big part of …
In November it will be five months since I packed up my Bo Kaap flat and moved to the heart of Suburbia. Hard to believe how quickly the time has passed, even if sometimes it feels like I have been here forever. Oddly enough, I don’t really miss the city much at all. My chemist, yes. My doctor, hell yes. Long Street, sometimes. Living on Second Avenue in Cottage Central (which is what I call my hood) is awesome. I …
Funny thing about reaching your early thirties and being a proper, fully responsible grown up. It really, really sucks a lot of the time, but at the same time it is beyond amazing. I started writing this post about a week or two, or more – I honestly can’t keep track of time at all these days. Here I finally am, on a Sunday evening, wading through eleventy million deadlines, and I knew that I had to post this before …
*Spoiler alert: this is a long post and most probably a 2 parter at least. In this part, I am making it personal. I have not yet gotten into practical stuff or helpful advice, let alone the retarded stigma that this topic still has. I will leave that for the next time. In the meantime, this is about me and how I dealt with those big bad demons. (sadly, it was without the Brothers Winchester)* I have thought about doing …
This time last week, I was frantically throwing stuff into boxes, getting myself into a frenzy of stress and struggling to force non-obliging cats into their baskets by bribing them with catmint. Moving is sheer hell – there is no other way to put it. But somewhere between doing the inspection and having my first glass of bubbly in my new cottage, something had happened… I had fallen head over heels for my gorgeous new home. I have become one …
I have a love-hate relationship with change. As a control freak, I like everything to be organised and safe. As an impulsive who changes my mind often, I tend to make on the spot decisions at the briefest of whims. Needless to say, being a living contradiction can be draining at times. So here I find myself, just three sleeps away from making a *huge* move from my beloved Bo Kaap to the very heart of Suburbia. From a lovely …
Just over 6 years ago, I said goodbye to suburbia and hello to the City Bowl. In four weeks time, I will be heading back to the suburbs to live in the most gorgeous cottage ever. Crazy as it seems, this has all happened quite quickly. I have of course been making vague noises about getting out of a city flat and into a real home for as long as I can remember. But now it is actually happening. For …
About a month ago I made the move from BlackBerry to Android, with the help of the Samsung Galaxy S2 I chose for my upgrade. It took less than a minute for me to become an Android fan, and in those seconds I also got my gmail up and running. After a few weeks, I was so smitten that I decided to get the Galaxy Tab 10.1 too. Which may just be my favourite thing in the world right now. …
May has somehow arrived, along with winter. Maybe it’s part of being a May baby, but I adore winter. Coats, scarves, jeans, jerseys, fluffy pajamas, warm blankets, fireplaces and crisp chilly air make me feel happy. April has been a challenging month on many levels, but there have also been some awesome parts. I may have worked through my birthday, and deadlines were brutal. That’s what growing up is all about though, and I feel very blessed to be in …
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