So – for the past 2 blissful months, we’ve been happily snuggled up in a divine beach house in Misty Cliffs, Cape Town.
As I type this, I’m sitting on my bed… looking out the window and drinking in uninterrupted views of deep blue sea. Every day, the Southern Right whales come to frolic in the surf in front of our home.
The house is flanked by cliffs and fynbos. It’s teeming with wildlife… and is so, so beautiful. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach rocks us to sleep at night.
I really do love it here. I love that it’s so secluded. It feels like we’re in the middle of nowhere (but the city is about a 45 minute drive away… in good traffic, that is). I love that the Southern Peninsula is so family-friendly. Almost every restaurant and coffee shop offers a play area and a kid’s menu.
It’s certainly a lifestyle that I’ll miss… because the time has come, once again, to move.
Nick has been offered another film and he’s needed for 12 weeks in Joburg – from September to December.
I can’t say I’m overly delighted to return to Joburg… even if it’s just for a season. Joburg (like Benoni) had been packed up in my mind and boxed away as a place that I had “left”… a place that we had moved on from. I don’t like going back to the places I’ve moved on from. I like going forward to NEW places.
However… work calls. So, back we go.
Because our Joburg home is rented out indefinitely… I’m now hunting around for a short-term, furnished rental. Preferably in a place like Monaghan Farm… or somewhere outside of the city where I don’t feel boxed in… and I don’t have to read the shitty newspaper headlines stuck on every lamp-post on every main road!
So… if there’s any readers who have friends in Monaghan Farm… who have a small, furnished cottage to rent to us on a short-term basis… lemme know, okay?
We have one more month here. We’re staying in Cape Town for this year’s Silwerskermfees where Nick’s latest film, “Hard to Get” will be featured. Then, we’ll hit the road for a 2 week road trip. Maybe we’ll go visit our Karoo friends… or the big hole in Kimberley.
And then… 12 weeks of Joburg.
And then… 2 months of holiday (much deserved for Nick!)…
And then… the next film (the location of which is currently undecided). So… who knows? Such is the life we’ve chosen to live… we can only live in the now. Tomorrow is another day.