On our first day in D.C we were met by a born and bred Washingtonian for our official tour. I recall walking around, listening to all her stories, thinking don't know how I am going to remember all of this for my blog post. But I'll try my best. Lets just call this Mia's version of American History.
Our first stop was the Capitol. I feel I must put this in capital letters. We entered the visitors center along with hundreds of eighth graders in class trip t-shirts. This is where we found out that during the summer holidays, hundreds and hundreds of eighth graders flock to D.C to tour the seat of democracy in America and the free world before they head to high school. It seems like a right of passage, like going to Mecca. And we were stuck right in the middle of this odyssey.
O.k, so at the CAPITOL we got in line, donned our headsets and followed the tour guide lady in red. First we watched a poetic/patriotic film about the birth of D.C. For the first time I learned that D.C…
A couple of weekends ago Rory and I decided to head out of town. It was a bit last minute. We needed somewhere close enough to be able to depart after work, but far enough so it felt like a holiday, not a day trip. We needed affordable, but not cheap Mr Price-circa-2008-Africa themed. Oh, and preferably some part of the country we haven't been. Everything matching that description seemed to be fully booked, no surprise.
So I Facebook googled. What better way to find a place than through your peers. And it was a very successful Facebook google. Is that even a term?
We found a few lovely places, some unfortunately fully booked, but in the end we booked at a brand new place in Groot Marico called The Hanging Garden Bushveld Eco-Retreat. What a gem! About 10km after the Swartruggens toll gate you turn onto a gravel road and meander passed bushveld farms and over the Groot Marico river. You finally reach a farm with a newly built solar and gas power cottage. Off the grid. No one to be …
I started writing this post three weeks ago, in Struisbaai, near the southern most tip of Africa. Three weeks ago was the anniversary of my now ex husband coming out to me.
I got divorced not because my husband didn't like me, but because he liked men more.
When I started writing this I was reliving all the details from the day/night it all came to light. I went into detail about the events and years leading up to the night we had a very tearful conversation and knew that the only way forward was to say goodbye, after 10 years, and give each other the opportunity to be truly happy.
But those details are not important right now. A lot has happened in the last year. I am convinced I lived more than 365 days. Maybe double that. Or triple. Time stood still, and yet whooshed by.
As I sat looking at the ocean, by myself, I cried involuntarily. I grieved one last time for what was lost. For losing my partner. For losing the person I knew. For losing the person I was. I wanted the tears t…