This year has been quite a year for me
which is why I haven’t written in a while.
True to my previous prediction, life did change for me. It took a while and things got a bit anxious, but it seems it is all over now.
What do you call someone who comes from
George? A Georgian or Georgette? When I lived in Worcester I was a Worcesterite. Am I a Georgerite? I am, we are, from George. Martin and I have bought our forever-house here in George and I have decided I am never going to move.
I love it here. I love our house, a renovators dream. It has its own magic forest at the back and a
real South African stoep. My own dream
house.
I
live between the forests of the Outeniqua mountains and the Indian
ocean. It rains a lot here and
there are quite a few waterfalls, but after the longest spell in the desert, rain
is beautiful and refreshing. The Indian Ocean is warm.
George is in the garden route of South
Africa. Victoria Bay,
a surfer's paradise is only ten minutes away. Also, just over the hill
is Knysna and its oysters, as well as Wilderness and some of the most
beautiful, scenic coast-line in the world. Everything is green and lush. The district we live is called Eden.
The town is small and has a great Afrikaans
community. Everything is within walking
distance, except of course, the new mall, which is very far away. On Saturdays
they have iron-man competitions; they run past my front stoep. Watching it is exciting. The neighbours get their camping chairs out, sipping coffee or beer from huge mugs; the police lights flash, the dogs bark
and the children wave. What an occasion! After that, it’s Great South African
rugby and lots of braaiing. The smell of boerewors hangs thick in the air as
tunnels of smoke can be seen coming from almost everyone’s back yard. At our house however, the children and I have started
our own new Sunday tradition; First, Church in town, then we come home and Matthew lights a fire and
we have a braai, finished off with a Sunday afternoon sleep.
It is a routine now. Traditions are good for the soul and
predictability is grounding. Something to rely on.
The boys are really looking forward to
meeting new friends at the English school here in January. They have got a huge
challenge ahead of them, but hopefully it will be easier to fit in here.
Nicholas decided a while ago that he wants to be a pop star. He definitely belongs on stage and has quite a presence. Matthew, like his father, is
more of a thinker and is quietly intelligent.
Andrew has got engaged and is starting a
new business venture in Saldana
Bay. At twenty-years-old, this seems like an awesome
responsibility, but he takes it all in his stride. Krystle loves and supports Andrew. I can see
that they are happy together and they communicate well. To me this is a good start.
Jayne is in Port Elizabeth and is doing very well in what
she does. She has just moved into
Andrew's old flat. I am looking forward
to seeing her closer to Christmas when she takes a break from her very busy
work schedule. She also has a dream of starting her own business one day, but is
struggling with the path. I am very confident in her abilities and support
her decisions regardless.
Martin is still in Nizwa. I miss him every moment of every day. I know
he misses us too. He would have nine months
left on his contract, if he resigned before too long. Martin has been promoted to
TOEFL Lab Supervisor which means that besides doing the work he did before, he
is now also teaching.
I managed to get a four month old Dalmatian-cross puppy whom we like to call Archie, who bites everything and is growing by
the nanosecond. He is keeping our boys very busy at the moment. He has one black eye. We have to take our little
Archie down to the botanical tea gardens most days otherwise he sits by the
door, leash in mouth. Yesterday I bought
him a huge cow leg-bone and he hasn't stopped grinding his teeth on it. The whole night there
was a kind-of grating noise coming from his bed. I think tonight I am going to let him
sleep outside.
Looking for a job is proving to be
difficult. The people around me tell me
I should hang in there. I will get one.
It’s just a matter of time. Since I am
now in my third year of studies, I would like to somehow combine my love for psychology with my previous work experience. I
am struggling with this at the moment. I
do love to work and need to contribute to our finances.
To quote Rogers
- Life is a struggle for meaning.
What has happened though, and this is
important, is an imperceptible shift of consciousness here. If I leave now, there will be a small space
where I left. Because I haven’t been here that long, it’s only a small space, but
I’m going to work on growing that space.
I am recognized as a person and I am important. The people at the
shop, at church, at the library and even my neighbours, all recognise me. The call me by
name and I am no longer invisible. I have found a very small space in the world
that I fit into, which is mine. I have found my VOICE.