So… here we are, tucked away in a little corner of the Southern Peninsula of Cape Town… in the village of Noordhoek.
Our apartment is perched just below a mountain. The towering cliffs of Chapman’s Peak are behind us… and, in front of us, the vast expanse of Cape fynbos… the long, white sands of Long Beach… and, of course, the beautiful (and icy!) Atlantic Ocean, crashing on the shores nearby.
What a treat it is to wake up here. What a privilege to enjoy my morning coffee whilst gulping in the beautiful view. How blessed I am to be able to sit here… while my kids happily play lego in a sunbeam on the floor… listening to the sounds of their laughter and the waves crashing on the shores just a couple of metres away…
We don’t have much in the way of stuff.
We have a small pile of clothes… we have some toiletries… there’s a drawer of art materials, a picnic basket full of learning books and activities… a few toys (including the big box of lego)… a few games…. computers… camera… and that’s about it.
It all managed to fit in our tiny Renault Modus on the drive down – and it’s all we need.
Our home for the next couple of months comes fully furnished… so… really, we lack for nothing – including things to see, do and experience.
I was born in Cape Town.
Mowbray Maternity Home in November 1972, that’s where I entered the world. I also spent the first few years of my childhood in Cape Town (my dad moved us inland to Joburg when I was about to start Grade 2).
So… maybe it’s just nostalgia… but there has always been something about Cape Town that connects with me on a deep level. I love being here… I love waking up here… and I am super-chuffed that this will be our home for the next 3 – 4 months.
So… anyway… this is just a quick and happy little post (before I take the kids to Kirstenbosch Gardens for a picnic).
Here’s some photos of our first couple of days in our Noordhoek Nest:
So… do I miss Joburg?
Do I miss our big house? Do I miss all the stuff we purged? Do I miss the old life… the way things used to be?
There are things about Joburg that I miss (people in particular)… (and my favourite coffee shops)… (and the divine weather!)…
But I am SO glad… almost relieved even… that we chose this journey. And that we’re here now.
Nick and I were walking hand-in-hand on the beach the other day… and he asked: “Does this feel real to you? Has it sunk in yet – that we’re actually doing this… that we’re actually here?”
I’m still trying to figure out how to respond to that question.