You know when you were in school and adults used to tell you they wished they were still in school and you thought they were out of their minds to want to be a kid again? The last few months I have become that bitter adult wishing I was back in school. Things got heavy and just like that spaghetti bridge you had to build in Grade 8, it only took one tiny bit of weight added for everything to snap and fall to the floor.
Everything came tumbling down on me last week and we got in the car and ended up meeting up with friends who went on a rowing trip on the Orange River. We met in Augrabies. The smallest little town that I had on my list of places I wanted to visit this year.
I knew I wanted to see it, but I didn’t think I would fall in love.