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."

A fellow blogger says it best - Day 7

I have been thinking about what to write as my last 'good-bye' to Durban - how to describe the magic, the smell and the comforting humidity that just says, "Relax". What it was like to live in my own flat, far above the city lights, fall asleep to a transporting hum and enjoy the hip and happening of everything on my front door...  But then I found this post by a fellow blogger that tells of his arrival to Durban and all the 'new' he encounters, it reminded me of what I felt when I left the comfort of my family home in Kloof Suburbia. And then I got all excited, because guess what guys?! I get to do this ALL over again in THREE DAYS!

So tonight I leave you with his story and perhaps I'll get around to telling you mine too, soon.

Durban. Goodbye suburbia - Rich Armstrong. <----- Click here to jump to his post

Lines of Thought

The last two weeks have been a blur of busyness. Work has occupied every second of my nine to five and my triathlon training had moved up a notch. On top of things I also decided to try my hand at drawing after many years and entered myself into an exhibition.

The Collective is a beautiful little art gallery, situated at the bottom of Florida Road, snuggly fit next to Ike's Bookstore. A space where artists or up-and-coming artist such as myself can show off their talents without the clinical eyes of art professionals. New exhibitions are launched every two weeks, with most opening nights on a Monday. All artwork is for sale at an affordable price giving the young art collectors/hipsters a chance to cash in on the art buying tradition of One-of-a-kinds.

Lines of Thought was the name of the exhibition I entered myself into, with only a blue ballpoint pen as your medium and an A5 booklet to fill - my creative mind was only to excited (and nervous) to let loose.

If I were to give advice to any apprehensive artists out there, I would tell you to just go ahead and do it. The feeling of finding your creative child again and exposing him/her to the world, is the most exhilarating thing anyone can do. Especially if you sell it all. Eeeeek!

Thank you Amy-Jo for giving my art a new home to live in. I hope it brings smiles to many an admirer :)

A Revelation

This is one of Durban's best kept secrets, most people would shun me for giving away this little piece of lunch-time paradise. But what the hell, I am going to do it anyway. 

Revelations is the little food baby of Jamie and Cathy Whittle. A food baby so beautiful that I can guarantee that every lunch time from now until eat-urnity will be a revelation, or Revelation of the Day for that matter. From pasta to panini's with fillings that fill not just your tum but your soul too, it is a wonder that only the Nandi Drive Design District (As I like to call it) know about it. 

The parmesan on top for me is that you can see that Jamie loves his job, he learns your name and your number (The number 9 panini is TO-DIE-FOR), and for a location that is so impeccably dressed, it feels like home in mothers kitchen. 

So here, is the unveiling of a lunch-time meeting place, that I hope you treat with care and like them on Facebook.

Ps. That handsome man sitting in my picture is that of a dear friend who, if you told him couldn't eat Revelations ( or Revdogs as us younguns called it) ever again, he might bite you. Read his blog too: it's worth a giggle. www.eyelike.co.za (Hi Nev! *Waves*).