How I found love in Cape Town

No it was not the boy who lived down the road or the one who told me I am beautiful, it was the place. It was Cape Town.

It was the city, the people and the unknown. I have always had a soft spot for this place. It was a place that I spent 6 years as a kid and even after moving back to the hub of Joburg, my family always made their way back for holidays. Eventually it stole back my sister who found actual love and I guess it was a matter of time before it stole me.

I think when I told my parents that I wanted to move they did not believe that it was something I would actually do. They thought I was a moody teenager who just wanted to be rebellious and run far away. Well maybe I was but I wanted change and a new adventure. So instead of Cape Town itself, I called Stellenbosch home. The city was still not far away and I could not resist it on weekends, always making my way back. Eventually I had to leave the small Stellenbosch town, put my big girl pants on and settle in the city. I was the person obsessing over the mountain and crazy enough to swim in the cold sea which I unashamedly still do. I still cannot get over the beauty and the diversity. Constantly finding myself in awe. I think it is the idea of being a part of something so much bigger than yourself. Looking out into the ocean or up at the mountains and realizing how small and insignificant you are in the bigger scheme of things. That feeling of being grateful for the place I get to call home never subsides.

Cape Town is not only about the beauty. It is the place I have stumbled and fallen, believe me there have been many tears. But I can happily say that I have faced my fears, jumped out of my comfort zone and tried to do this thing called life. It may not be my forever home, I hope for new adventures and to find a new love. But something tells me that I will always return to my first.

I will always be that Joburg girl but Cape Town you’ve got my heart.