It has been my hope to move to Stellenbosch for quite some time. However, after spending the last week or two driving to and from Cape Town like a woman posessed I am reconsidering.
For the first time in a long time maybe moving back to town sounds plausable: it will be great to be surrounded by friends. One of the best phases of my life was when I was staying in a block of flats where one of my best friends was also resident. We both had our own flats but were close enough to drop in for a sundowner and far enough away to not feel cramped. What a great set-up! In reality this is probably what I desire with a future mate. After having lived with four different men in my life it has become abundantly clear to me that I have about a year and a half of co-habitating before it all goes to shit. The year and a half can be divided into 3 distinct parts:
Part 1: Love. Nesting. Happiness.
Part 2: Comfort zone. Feeling stuck. Frustration.
Part 3: Figuring out how to split. Splitting. Moving.
Arrrgh. I don't think I could do it again. But then that's what I said last time...
I wish I wasn't such a sucker for love.
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