In March of 2015, Daniel and I took a trip up to Durban and it was my first visit to the city.This post has been sitting in wait until now because I’m both easily distracted and lazy. Oops.
We flew up to Durban on a ridiculously early flight on the 19th of March, which also happens to be Daniel’s birthday! The reason for our visit was to go up and see Daniel’s dad and his girlfriend. Needless to say, being in different cities means that we don’t get to see them often. I was also extremely excited to see a new city that I’ve never laid eyes on before.
Is it just me or has the world been talking about money a lot lately? Like more than usual. Maybe it has to do with it being the end of the month and I feel like I haven’t stopped spending money (mostly on necessary things) since my pay dropped into my account. [sarcasm font] Because, you know, I’m just rolling in the cash.[/sarcasm font]
Before I begin this post, let me start by saying that this is really hard for me to share. I’m not even sure why, it just is, so be gentle and bear with my random thoughts and ramblings. Please and thank you.
My fabulous best friend, Zayaan (and many other bloggers) do monthly blog posts covering their favourites and I thought I’d jump on the band wagon seeing as this is a new year. Here are a few of my loves and must haves in January 2015.
Yesterday was an awesome day. I slept in late, took a train to Cape Town with Daniel and then had a lovely walk through the town I love the most. We did that in order for me to attend the #CTmeetup.
Fellow bloggers, tweeters and Instagramers all gathered together for a chat, a laugh, some dim sum and just a great time. You can take a look at Cindy Alfino’s blog post about who attended. Thanks so much to Cindy Alfino and Nikki Lincoln for organising the whole shindig and also to I Love My Laundry for accommodating the loud mass of ladies who attended.
Day 3 of the #WritersBootcampZA challenge. Today’s prompt: One of my greatest fears.
Yesterday’s prompt was about my favourite words and I can say that “fear” is by far my LEAST favourite word. I hate every feeling it forces onto my brain. I hate the tight squeeze in my chest. I hate being controlled by a feeling that does nothing but spread negativity.
I have a stupid (but terrifying) fear of moths. I know. Moths.
That’s the only fear I’m willing to think about because even considering losing my husband or any of my family members just hurts too much. Plus that just leads to sadness and weeping and ridiculous thoughts. So yes, moths. That’s my greatest fear.