It's been a while since I did a straight 24 hour trip in a car without lying horizontal at least a little of the way.
Fuck. It feels as though I've run a marathon, everything hurts.
My step dad wanted to drive right through, and we're back in Bloem, but Jesus. We stopped in random towns across the karoo for a 20 minute kip here and there. Are they crazy?
Yes the Germans are crazy, so one shouldn't expect anything less regimented and boot campish.
Stuff, from over the last few weeks has finally unshocked itself. This is good. I'm feeling strong and rejuvenated, if not a little crusty around the edges which should rectify itself with my Wimpy coffee. It's amazing how quickly your life can change. You know, like in one week. If I had a sense of humour about this before, it's hit a new high. This moment of being outside and looking in. It's sunk in – everything is different. And it's not terrible. Three weeks ago I was in a relationship, had a job and didn't lock my doors when I drove.
Then I axed the boyfriend, got retrenched and freak out whenever one of those dudes walk passed with a “Buy A Box In This Tuscan Complex.” leaflet. All this drastic change in one foul swoop.
I played a lot of Shithead, started knitting furiously, and headed onto fiendish level in Sudoku and started contemplating much bigger things beyond my wildest imagination.
It's true change and shit times make you grow- why we need to grow is beyond me – I mean we die eventually anyway – but these incidents have escalated my expectations to a rather fanciful level. No more the usual. I have options of grandeur now, and I'm both terrified and excited at the same time.