Check in day.
Not sure if it’s got to do with the moon or the stars or the heat or the wind or Paarl Rock or … something was different today. Quite interesting.
My car is my safe space (at the moment). The place where I think, speak, live freely. The road, any road, the open road. In need of a road trip through … well … the Karoo? Northern Cape? Limpopo? Mpumalanga? Semi-desert somewhere I can see the stars in the sky and the road calls my name and people … Lowveld? Bushveld? Just somewhere. Would be nice. Driving. On my own. Maybe someday …
Moving is traumatic. Homes. Towns. Provinces. Countries. Loads of excitement. And then the settling in. Getting used to the new. Be gracious. Very gracious to yourself, friend. I love the excitement of a new move. A new place. To make it my own. And then … it kinda hits. New things to learn, to get used to … it’s exciting and can be overwhelming. Learning new happiness, seeing new sadnesses. Nooks and crannies. A new country is overwhelming.
Maybe I should consider it.
What holds me back?
Not my vibe.
I am a South African.
I am an African.
There are things I need to finish.
There are things I need to start.
A weight’s been lifted.