I was born in the East (not too far East) of Joburg, spent the first few years of my life there before moving to the West (not too far West either).
We lived in one house for about 14 years before moving less than 2km away for the following 12 years. Now, I'm leaving Joburg all together. I've known no other city like I know Joburg. It has been my home, my playground, my life for a little more than 2 weeks short of 28 years.
I never thought I would leave home, it just never appealed to me. I had my band(s), job, home, cats – "I have everything I need here", "All those other places are there for us to go on holiday"... It's funny to think that the next time I'll be home will probably be for a holiday.
I'm damn excited for this. Everything I can take with me now is packed, all that's left to do is sleep, wake up and go. The past few days have been sad, seeing friends and family one last time is never fun. Well, it is, but you have to leave eventually.
I saw myself writing a novel of a post, but I'm not quite sure what to say. I can't thank everyone, there are just too many thanks to give.
The ones that are close to my heart know who they are. You are very special to me and I cherish every moment spent with you. Moments may be less from now on, but they will be richer when they do happen.
I'm looking forward to the friends, experiences and challenges that come with a new life in a new place. I'm looking forward to having my friends from home crash on my couch/spoon when they're in town. I'm looking forward to everything.
The sadness of leaving is heavy, but the excitement of arriving matches it. I think I know what I'm doing... we'll just have to wait it out.
