September 8th, 2021
Just got off the phone with my dad about my situation. We’ve decided, since I haven’t secured a job here, maybe it would be best for me to go back home. Cape Town is bloody expensive for someone who is NOT a working professional.
I am not feeling any “typa way” about it. I am just focused on this blog and getting it to where I want it to be. Honestly, I’m having so much fun blogging right now.
I seem to have so much to say these days hahaha…
Cape Town has been good and I have zero regrets. It has given me the opportunity to explore new things and get a much-needed reboot.
I don’t know about going back to the same old though… that’s not something I am looking forward to because honestly, there are some things I was thriving without and judging by the phone conversations I have had, not much has changed at home lol.
Your girl would be a lot happier with having to go back if I was going back and finding my own place but that’s something that’s going to take time. I had hoped that coming here would turn into something permanent.
How am I going to take all my shit back with me considering I have acquired a few more clothes since I’ve been here?
I’m super grateful for the father I have. He’s always optimistic and encourage and he believes in me. I don’t know why I was afraid to call and ask him what to do about the fact that I’m running out of time here.
It’s better to try and fail than not to try at all right?
Today’s been a productive day – I did laundry, read, worked on the blog and even completed a workout. I feel super tired and ready to call it a night and binge-watch Chicago Med.
P.S I need to find a new doctor show so I can alternate.