|View of Sea Point Promenade|
I remember everything as if it was yesterday. The tears, the fear in
their eyes. Saying goodbye was hard. Well, it was more of a farewell
than a goodbye, as I would only be away for six months. But it was my
first time leaving home.
I had not even been on a plane before, and now I had four flights and combined layovers of 24 hours awaiting me. I was ecstatic.
passes in hand and cheeks still glistening with tears, my passport
received its first stamp: Departure. 2005-12-05. Cape Town
International Airport. I was on my way...
When I was younger, I would circle names of countries on an atlas and
then look them up in "Webster's New World Encyclopedia". Once my
curiosity was sated, and if the country sounded enchanting (it always
did), I would jot it down in a notebook- as part of my "to visit" list- I
suppose you could call it my bucket list.
My opportunity finally
arrived a year after graduating from Technikon (or Technical
University). I decided to work on a cruise ship for a single contract of
6 months, go back home and continue in my chosen profession. But the
stars had something else planned for me entirely.
turned into four years on ships, two years living in the Caribbean, two
years in Cape Town and I've been living in Macedonia for the past year.
Who knows what will happen next...
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