Friday 1st July 2022
1 year ago, I was sitting in my freezing flat, making plans to move with the sun. International travel was still pandemic limited so I had no plans to fly outside South Africa. I was going to stay at the sea.
The first day of writing my blog, I was excited and terrified of doing this adventure, but doing it, I was. I had to write to leave an account for myself. Writing helps me process things in a non verbal way. It helps to get it all out of my head and become dots on a screen.
July 2021 saw me plan for a long stay airbnb in Durban and July saw the riots happen. I watched it on Facebook from my rapidly emptying flat but still felt the pull of the sea. Plus I wanted to see my dad.
Every day I wrote and every day got me closer to the edge of my nomadic lifestyle. This crabby cancerian who had been petrified of driving outside my neighbourhood was taking this leap. I knew the start would be the hardest part and one year later it's hard to remember the terror. But my net did appear. In ways that I couldn't have imagined. Winning the car was the biggest net ever!
365 days or is it a leap year? (Seeing that I'm writing about leaping.) The beauty about writing this blog is that I have a handful of loyal readers who have invisibly become part of my net.
My support.
My cheerleaders.
My virtual family.
And for that, my dear reader, I have to thank you, for wanting the best for me, for the compassion when my dad died, and the concern around my tooth drama.
Thank you for being part of my journey. Love you!
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