I love remembering dates or rather I just do (remember, that is) whether I like to or not! The more eccentric the “anniversary”, the more likely that I will remember the date and day as though it all happened yesterday.
Take for example my first kiss, ‘twas delivered to me by my “then” Prince Charming on the 5th August [Year Omitted ‘cause I was a bit of Late Bloomer], oh and my first period (yes, T.M.I. - I know) that unfortunate event happened on the 18th October [Year Omitted out of Anger].
Then there are the dates and “anniversaries” that I wish I could forget. On those days I cease to exist…I feel as though I’m holding my breath under water for 24 hours. Thankfully those days are few and far between.
Today’s date, I am glad to share, is a happy one to remember. It marks my 1 year anniversary in The City of Gold (Johannesburg).
365 days ago I arrived fresh off the
boatplane wondering what on earth I had got myself into.
You see, I never intended on coming here, Joburg was always a transit city for me. During varsity days, it was the place I merely saw from the airport whilst waiting for my connecting flight to Kaap Staad (Cape Town). When I moved back home, Joburg then became the playground I visited every 6 months for a retail and clubbing fix. Living here was never an option.
That is, until the end of 2007. Certain realities could no longer be ignored, such as; being paid the equivalent of R500 a month (yikes), the everyday frustrations of life, lack of career progression and most of all, I was still living at home and trying to “nest” in my mother’s space (women over a certain age shouldn’t live under the same roof, it just gets territorial and ugly, lol).
It’s been a year of high highs and low lows:
The Good: Financial Independence, getting my own pad where I can nest to my heart’s content, being closer to family and friends, personal progressing & career development, making new friends, having accessible and decent healthcare, getting a more regular retail therapy fix, getting Customer Service (lol), feeling more like myself and having so many more choices in every aspect of my life.
The Bad: Being stuck in Joburg traffic, dealing with the close proximity of complex living, freezing in winter ‘cause it gets $%#@ing cold, being homesick, not understanding what’s being said (too many languages man, I can’t eavesdrop), living with the real threat of being the victim of a heinous crime and lack of eligible males (competition’s tight ladies!).
The Ugly: Having to listen to my country and its people being mocked on a daily basis, as well as, facing the reality that due to the geographic challenges of diasporan living, I am doomed to long-distance relationships with family and friends.
A year later and the place is growing on me…we are still in the “getting to know eachother” phase. Methinks this is gonna be one of the longest courtships ever!
It has gone from a giddy infatuation to a strong, deep bond that I am going to prematurely call Love. Yes, I Love Twitter. If Twitter was a man, his favourite colour would be blue, he’d love birds and he’d give me an on-the-hour running commentary about his day (eish, that could got get a bit annoying) lol.
Sadly with all things cherished, there’s always a drawback…and this one is particularly embarrassing. It seems Twitter has managed to access my usually-dormant groupie tendencies.
Oh Lawd, let me just come out and say it:
I know, very lame and even more uncool, but I can’t help myself. Don’t judge me.
My inner groupie hasn’t had a outlet in ages and is now operating in overdrive. Not since my impromptu encounter with Jared Leto back in 2004 or my ohmigosh-I’m-so-close-to-Jigga-I waved-at-him-and-he-waved-back concert-going swooning in 2006 has my inner groupie heart beat like that of a humming bird’s.
Fun times *sigh*.
Question: When was the last time your inner groupie unleashed itself upon the world? ‘Fess up!
And The Winner Is: Yay, I got a blog award from Haute Choclit aka Zim Chick. I love winning stuff, it so rarely happens! This is my first blog award and I very grateful! Keep ‘em coming, hahaha.
Have a great one chickens!