It’s been nearly four (4) years since I posted something here. Time passes us by so fast that you don’t realise it been four years since you last checked your own blog. You get stuck in living other people’s lives that you forget to update your own. Perhaps there comes a time in your life when you realise you’ve become a very private person and updating everyone about your life, every so often, online is not something that appeals to you anymore.
A lot has happened in four years – I moved from Paris to London and in doing so realised I miss Paris more than I ever imagined, I became single, I lost good friends along the way and people don’t blog anymore – they now VLOG.
Life is a strange and fragile thing that is made up of both tangible and intangible elements. Time is one of those intangible elements some of us are blessed with, others are not. It’s always free but in its passing it will give you something, always take something in return and you will never be able to retrieve your loss or happy moment. It has simply become a memory, which we can either choose to forget or keep strong in our mind. Either way, we have to make the best of what we have for now.
In the words of the High Priestess of Soul, Ms Nina Simone: “Time is a dictator as we know it, where does it go, what does it do and most of all is it alive. Then one day you look in the mirror and you are old and you say where did the time go.”
This post is dedicated to Maria Ghelakis (1981 – 2015)
My postcard for this week arrived. This time it really was a surprise because I was out and about Johannesburg the entire day and the postcard’s possible arrival slipped out of mind. When I returned home late last night it was there, waiting for me, almost accusingly.
It’s a beautiful postcard showing a black and white picture of the Eiffel Tower in all her metallic glory. The picture makes me think I’m in a different century, one before colour photos and email, when postcards were a common occurrence. In fact, during World War II if a family received a postcard from their loved one in battle it was a happy time for them, however if they received a telegram sadness descended upon the household because their love one was either MIA or even worse.
Anyway, I digress – this week’s postcard in essence is reminiscent of how simple life used to be and can still be. It also reminds me to be happy no matter how archaic some people may think this “postcard relationship” is.
So as the title to this post suggests, my time in Johannesburg is running low and I’ve reached the halfway mark to seeing Peter again. It’s a bittersweet feeling to be honest. I miss him quite a bit (to a point of me picking fight with him every time we chat although I tell everyone he picks one with me) but at the same time it’s not easy to admit that I will be leaving Johannesburg (with all her faults and beauty) soon to be with him.
If there is some girl or guy out there in a similar to situation to mine please contact me, it will be interesting to compare notes. It doesn’t matter if the countries are different, the feelings and emotions must be similar.
The Eiffel Tower