Lost in Transition

I have been living in Cape Town for just over a week and I am slowly tryina find my groove. Get my flow going. I’m kinda disappointed that the transition wasn’t as smooth as I had hoped. But that was my own fault because I had unrealistic expectations and rather drastic goals.

You see, familiarity (at whatever point in life) can be misleading… I came (back) to Cape Town with an air of familiarity. I thought: Well, this shouldn’t be hard. I know this place. After all, I did live here for 4 years. I’ll just pick up where I left off. BIG MISTAKE!! You never EVER  pick up where you left off. No such thing. So I got here…and while I knew where everything was and I had friends here, it was still all new. Even when I had come for a few days before to register for Varsity and find a place to live, it was different. And earlier in the year when I had visited, it was also different. Cape Town had become that for me. It’s new for me upon each return.

Last week I was lost in transition. I was in a daze. I was uncomfortable. I was anxious. I couldn’t sleep. I was scared. All this overshadowed the fact that I had been wanting to be here for years and with some support, I was finally able to get here. I’m glad to be back in Cape Town. I’m slowly finding my feet. My studies are going ok….ish. I’m gradually reconnecting with old friends. Meeting new people. All baby steps. I know I’ll be ok. This is one of the best choices I have made for myself. And so I have no regrets.

It’s good to be back. 🙂