Bye! - Day 9

So this is it hey guys.

I can't actually believe it's here, after months of planning and weeks of moving the date, tomorrow finally arrives.

I always thought my last night in Durban would be tearing what's left of her tread - annihilating her soul and leaving my name as a 'just in case you forget me' souvenir. But sadly I am way to exhausted and quite frankly over the moving game to care. Instead I went to my favourite restaurant with my two favourite people. Mom and Dad.

I must say I am looking forward to the 6 hours of Jemma time. Just me and whatever sing along sound track is going to come my way. I am going to belt those tunes past Pietermaritzburg, throw a finger at a lonely cow in Escort, toot my way up Van Reenen's Pass, grab a coffee in Harrismith and speed past De Waal into the sexy smog that is Johannesburg. All with my mom in tow. You're jealous aren't you?

I am waiting for the realization of this big change to filter into my mind and say, "Hey Chick, you know this is kinda happening in a far out way?" As for now, it has sunken in as far as polystyrene on water.

Sleep.

A blended red is always a party pooper, so I am just going to leave you with this...

The manager at my favourite restaurant kinda adores me, as my mum puts it blankly, "He loves you." Anyways, many a time I have found his number on my bill and many a times I havn't called. For obvious reasons as I am moving and well, I don't shit where I eat. So as I am about to depart my favourite grazing ground, I call to him to say goodbye and quietly mention to him that I am moving to Johannesburg tomorrow. What's to follow in his beautifully home grown Irish accent are three words that describe everything I am about to do. Perfectly.

"Oh, fuck off."