When my landlady knocked on my window to check if I was still alive, I realised that I really am not home all that often.
When the check-out girl at the supermarket said, “You really like red wine, hey?”, I realised that I might be overdoing the glassss-a-night thing.
When my daily friends kept asking why I haven’t posted anything on my blog recently, I realised that I’ve been neglecting my blogging.
I haven’t been neglecting my writing, as I spend many an evening in front of my pc with my cat on the monitor, a heater at my back, and a glass of wine in my hand. Another evening in Dronkwordspruit. It’s just that I’ve been pouring my arbitrary analysis and petty pet hates into personal emails. But I’m still writing. It’s my biggest addiction.
With two weeks, one day and 5 hours left of life as a food tech green-cap, I have been stuck on a mental analysis of my current situation. Just to kinda get a grip on what exactly it is that I’ll be leaving behind. And I’ve realised that I’m living a pretty damn comfortable life. I’m financially independent. I’ve got amazing friends. I’ve got a promising career ahead of me. I really dig my job. I love
So this is the perfect time to give everything up. It’s the clever way, like walking out of the casino when you’ve won your bucks. Thanks, much appreciated, check you later. Leaving a pseudo-perfect life behind means that my move is out of choice, not out of circumstance. I’m not running away from anything. I’m not leaving in fear of my future. I’m not seeking greener pastures. The grass I’m feeding on is pretty damn green. But I’ve never grazed on Japanese grass, which is more than enough reason to do it.
We’ve only got one planet. Go explore it.
3 comments:
Rock on!
So happy to be reading my bohemian sista's words again!
What am I going to do for 3 months without your daily emails?
I left under pretty much the same circumstances.. though I lived thirty seconds from the beach, a minute from the mountain, went surfing nearly every day, ate breakfast at the best cafe in the world (Olympia, Kalk Bay) nearly every day, lekker daggarook nearly every day and had a very interesting job tweaking the first-year medicine syllabus at UCT. A near-perfect yet unsustainable lifestyle. Japan is definitely a worthy channel-change once you've waxed your life, but watch out! ...You could get used to it.
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