Friday, 6 January 2017

NEW YEAR UPDATE

It’s the beginning of 2017 which means #NewYearNewMe whereby I vow to drink 4 litres of water a day, jog three times a week and - sorry, I couldn't even get through that sentence without pausing to reach for a (large) helping of Dairy Milk and sipping on a full fat coke. It’s the beginning of 2017 and the new year will undoubtedly witness me drinking too much red wine before proceeding to vow I will never drink red wine again, make middle of the night trips to McDonalds and tell myself that walking down hill for 10 minutes one day basically means I’m a fitness queen. 

The new year is an exciting one though, and is one that has a scary amount of the complete and utter unknown. For the first time in my life, I’m starting a year and not having any ideas or plans on how it will end and whilst there is so much opportunity, it’s also a little scary. Despite still not knowing fully when I’ll be boarding a homeward flight, the night time brain panics have begun to sprout their little ugly heads, tapping on my temples whispering ‘you need to find a job soon, you won’t have any money left, you need to find a job soon etc etc’. Sometimes I can flick them away, turn over and fall into a peaceful slumber and sometimes I remain awake for half of the night wondering exactly what I’ll be doing five years from now, chronically unemployed and homeless. Swings and roundabouts, hey? 

For the next few months however, there is, for once on this trip, a plan in place and even better than that, one that will most certainly be stuck too. (Stop laughing, it actually will this time - I SAID STOP IT.) At the beginning of my year away, Cape Town stole my heart and despite being lucky enough to travel to a number of other places across the world, now where even came close. After a shocker of a time with the Working Holiday Visa in Australia, flights were tipsily booked to Nairobi because well, I’m here for a good time, not a long time and if following my heart and taking a leap of faith into the unknown meant I’d be arriving home a few weeks, or months earlier, then so be it. 

That flight booking to Nairobi was done with the intention of coming back to Cape Town, where I am as I write this post. We didn’t know how long we’d be staying - we didn’t know much at all actually - but we did know that it’s where we wanted to be, it’s where we simply had to come back. Whilst hammering Google on how the flipping flip you can travel around and save or make money, we came across Workaway, a work exchange website which allows people to find hostels, charities and other organisations all over the world who need their skills, expertise and hard work in exchange for accommodation and sometimes, food. This is how we found our next endeavour and the dream of spending my last few months travelling in Cape Town became a reality.

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. 

To have the opportunity to be able to begin and end one of the best periods of my life so far in a place that I absolutely love is a huge privilege. I may not develop any kind of tan whatsoever despite being here in the height of their summer, I may not lose any of my ‘holiday weight’ that I’ve been pretending is holiday weight for the last eight months but is actually wine-and-fried-chicken-five-nights-a-week weight but spending three months in my favourite city in the world, having the time of my life sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me. 

Here’s to living life in the now and remembering that things always work out in the end. As my beloved grandma has always said to me, ‘there’s always a way round it’. 

What do you have planned for 2017? Stay tuned for a heap of posts on all things Cape Town!


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