This adventure of mine

This adventure of mine, although not exactly the fairytale that I was hoping for has certainly not been short of interesting moments.

It has seen me touch down in New York, hand in hand with a boy I thought I was set to live happily ever after with. It saw me leave a city I loved more than any other that I had been to before. It led me to London, this cold place, full of charm to some, but none to me. It saw me through a break up and into days of sadness and now it is pointing me forward once more. This time however, it is to a place that is familiar. It is home.

After much thought and many weeks of questions I made the decision on a whim. Sitting in the tube, after a dismal morning at ‘the office’ I asked myself what it was that I thought I was doing. And the answer, ‘I have no idea’ was all that came to mind. It was a stupid answer, especially for one like me - a girl who always has a plan. Except that here I have none. I flit and I float and on that day I decided that it was enough. Home had made me happy and happiness has always been my primary destination. So why not go back to where the heart is?

As liberated as my decision has made me feel, it has also made me terribly sad. When I left South Africa I thought that I had done so for good. I was embracing a new life, one I had dreamed of since spotty skin and first kisses. This was to be my happily ever after.
Except that it was not and now that book is firmly closed.

I have not yet finalised departure details and truth be told I have no idea what I will do when I get home. I will arrive in a wintry Cape Town, little more than pennies in my back pocket, broken compass in hand. But, I will arrive happy. It’s been an intersting journey, unpredictable and tough but I suppose that when hindsight settles in I will look back and realise just how much I enjoyed the ride.

L