In one spot.

I walk out the door because I have to walk. Everyday I find myself sitting more: in my car, in a restaurant, behind a computer. I am sitting again. Gone is the exploring, the getting lost in strange cities. I have to walk but I know this place well so I just pretend to be going somewhere and I walk all the way to the bottom of Dorp Street and then turn around and walk back. I watch the foreigners walking arm in arm and pointing and laughing. They are mostly Dutch and German. They think Stellenbosch is Eden.



At the bead shop I stop and buy two packets of beads: one red bag and one blue. I’m going to make bracelets out of them. I will wear the red beads on my left arm and the blue ones on my right. It will be the first time since I left that I wear beads because I decided to take them off for the first time in 8 years before my trip. I took them off.


I have an extensive (and expensive) bead collection of my own but it’s at Roxanne’s and I keep forgetting to take it when I’m there. I get home and I think I forgot to take my beads again and then it’s too late and I’m still not wearing any. I’m taking matters into my own hands you see.


My legs ache at night. I’ve been thinking about joining the gym but we all know how that story ends. So the last couple of days I’ve taken to jogging on the spot. Yesterday I jogged in place for an hour and a half. I jogged in the lounge in one spot till the sweat poured down my face and my legs hurt.


But actually if I think about it I’ve been jogging in one spot for about a month now.