Absolutely not you ask, hmmm let me explain.
Cape Town was so many things to me, the city that first took my breathe away, so much so that I thought it would be my forever home. It was the place I made some of my best friends that have seen me through the good, the bad, the horrendous. It was the city that I went to university, the city where I got my first car, Azriel (an old golf that didn’t reverse so my “reverse” options were either parking on an incline or pushing it). The city where I got my first job and worked so hard for so little. It was also the city I fell madly in love and subsequently had my heart broken into a million pieces, pieces so tiny that it took years to find them all and attempt to glue back together. A city that left me so broken, I ran away without a glance and vowed never to come back. Of course, life is unpredictable and in a very spontaneous conversation, I agreed to go back a few years later. Nothing had changed, well at least not on the surface, but I was different. There was nothing for me there, just memories of who I once was. There was a time, I had been mesmerized by the beauty of the Cape and even thought life couldn’t get any better. I almost ignored the gut feeling that that there was more for me out there and Cape Town was just part of the journey and not the final destination. Even though I went back when I said I wouldn’t I can firmly say with conviction that absolutely not, I won’t be revisiting where it all began. The beauty of Cape Town can mesmerize somebody else.
