Moving is such a trauma, but we are settling down now and all is well with the world. Initially moving in was a shock, mainly because the pigs that lived here before didn’t bother to clean or repair anything. We spent such a long time – days in fact – cleaning and making good on our old flat. The place we left behind was in fantastic condition. Our new place was a horrific sty. Thankfully my dear husband did the only thing that was sensible in this situation – went out to buy a braai so we could really enjoy the garden. A few cold ones and hot coals later, things started to dramatically improve.
A couple of days in and things are really looking up. The new place is still a mess of boxes and bags and the landlord/agent still has stuff to do, but this already feels like home. It’s the first time since being here that I feel we could really have fun in this place. I’m looking forward to having people over and entertaining again like we used to in Cape Town. Ahhh Cape Town. Bliss. But that is what a garden reminds me of – entertaining and friends.
The past few weeks since I was online last, there has been a lot going on so at this stage it’s impossible to catch it all up which is a shame. This will not stop me trying however…
There has been a huge shuffle (to be expected), a massive clean out (also expected), I have chucked out two thirds of my wardrobe (thanks Gok) and have done mass amounts of self reflection (still in progress). Jimmy has also aged a couple of years in a couple of months, and now believes he is at least 12 and really should be allowed to do his own thing (not yet darling!!) and my husband is doing so well at work that he believes this year is the year that I will stop working for someone else and start doing my own thing. And speaking of which, i’ve decided that my own thing involves designing, adjusting and making clothes, and perhaps making a bit of cash in the process. I’ve lost a bit of weight (woo hoo) as well as my mind (oh well). I have had days and nights of fun and frivolity with some crazy peeps (you know who you are) and excelled at work despite taking it less seriously every day.
In short, I believe that the ebb and flow of my life has entered a free flow stage. I may not understand how, or why but I have never been so tired and yet I find myself wondering what can I do next.