22/07/2014 in Uncategorized
We met online in January 2012. It has been a time of great discovery. The time has come to make it real, so I am off to Brazil and so I begin to reflect.
Some would say I am crazy. Others just know me …
Our first contact was a ‘friend request’ on Facebook. I accepted, but added a note: “I am not looking for a relationship, but we can be friends”
The reason for this was that I had received a LOT of friend requests from those con artists who fall in love with you on day two.
My life in Pretoria, since I left Durban in 2009 has presented me with a number of challenges. I must apologise to any Pretorianers reading this, but Pta is not a friendly place at all. But on the good side, I have truly, truly discovered myself because it has been me, myself and I since I arrived here.
Not having transport in this town compares to crossing a burning hot desert barefooted!
My first place of residence is something I tend to skip over and pretend it just did not happen. The boarding house was something that I am sure I dreamed of my wildest nightmare. It was old, huge and very cold. The house next door belonged to the owner too and was occupied by students from Pretoria University and it was my job to cook for them each evening. Well, I certainly cannot claim to be a Master Chef, but I did the best I could under rather trying circumstances.
My problems began with the guy who lived in the room opposite mine. He was looking for someone to write his biography and naturally I found myself with the dubious title of Biographer. I did meet some interesting people through this, but the book took a back seat when Mr Famous became infatuated with me. He, however, was not on my list of people I wished to keep in my life.
It turned quite nasty, with even the police being called one night to restrain him from harming me.
I then went to live with a blogger friend. That was lovely! I was back in the land of normal and quite happy. However, it was quite far from my family and so I moved into a flat nearer to “home”.
That was another interesting time of my life. Not! Solitary confinement is about the closest I can some to describe it.
I did meet a few men and went out for dinner a couple of times, but that was quite short-lived as it always ended up with the inevitable “your place or mine” after dinner. So I gave it up as a bad idea. But I remained hopeful that I would find a friend.
One year down the line, I realised that I was not going to find such a one and accepted that I was the only friend I was going to find. I was okay with that. Did a whole lot of soul searching and came out the other side a heck of lot wiser about myself… who I was before and who I was then.
Then I was offered a job and moved into another flat to be nearer to work.
From this point forward, my life changed in a way that I would NEVER have dreamed.