Last night I was celebrating with an amazing bunch of mainly Greek-South Africans, burning whiskey on the floor and dancing traditional Greek dances after first stuffing our faces with an amazing braai. Late at night I sneaked out onto the balcony though to look at the moon and the stars sparkling together with the lights in the hills in Clifton. The ocean was glittering in the moonlight and the Cape Doctor (wind) doing her usual rounds. A guy came out asking why I was out there and I said it reminded me of my home in the Hollywood Hills. I used to sit every night like a cat perched on our couch staring out at the night sky watching the sparkling lights in the night. And it broke my heart to leave my home in the hills and last night I could once again see the sparkling lights shining in the hills and watch the stars and moon up yonder. I felt at home. The guy said he never thought the women in Cape Town had a heart and soul, but I had just proved that such existed (I think it might have had something to do with my volunteering too) and that’s when I felt it was time to leave the balcony, but it was just so nice to be there, surrounded by a bunch of great South Africans. I felt…I felt at home.
Now I have just moved into my new home and I have a massive balcony, facing the edge of a mountain and with views to the ocean and the surrounding hills. I will be able to watch the moon, the stars, the hills and the ocean, just like I used to. I actually have tears in my eyes writing this, because I have felt terrible since I left LA. I left my heart in that house. It was a home, a real home I looked forward to coming home to every night. I’ve never had that before. And I’m so, so eternally grateful to be back by the ocean and the hills. To live in a place filled with natural beauty. I don’t have a real home here yet, I don’t have a house that’s mine to do what I like in, but I live in the most amazing house you could imagine. An all natural home with a massive garden, a fireplace, a braai area and my own gorgeous bathroom where I can soak for hours, whilst staring out at the mountains.
London was a great experience where I met loads of people I love dearly, but I felt like I was fighting a war against myself every day as the city isn’t what I call beautiful, no matter how much I tried to enjoy it. Waking up in LA and Paris I used to jump out of bed, whilst in my mind screaming “I’m here, I’m here! I’m living my adventure.” In London I crawled out of bed wanting to go back to sleep. I love to visit London, but it’s not my town to live in. And I can’t describe how much it means to me to feel at home again. I’m so happy that life has given me a chance to be here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow and I don’t know what the smartest career moves or anything is, but I live in a place I love, I am here to do what I love (working with film and drug prevention, rehabilitation and a number of different things in the townships), I have the most enjoyable paid job I’ve ever had as a freelance writer and although I’m not settled here, I hardly know anyone, I feel at peace. So thank you 2012 for bringing me here and may 2013 be a bliss for us all, continuing to bring us closer to our hearts!