THE TASTE OF FEAR
Right, this is my last blog from South Africa! Scary. And I've only got five minutes, because we're at the Mall, and we're leaving at half past, and I need to buy cake ingredients for Charlie. I don't want to come home! Well, I want to see people, and I do miss my boots a lot, but I still don't want to come home! I'd happily stay here another month or so. I like the group of people so much, and Mpumalanga's so beautiful, and particularly with the strike, I feel like we've only just started doing so many things.
What should I say that I haven't before? Only that being here has made the space inside my head feel a hundred times bigger. And that evenings with wine and chocolate and West Wing are my favourite things. And that I really must learn to swim. And that I want to travel more. And that I like people, and I want to make the most of my life. And that I'm proud of myself.
LOVE YOOOOOOOO (all of yooo)
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What should I say that I haven't before? Only that being here has made the space inside my head feel a hundred times bigger. And that evenings with wine and chocolate and West Wing are my favourite things. And that I really must learn to swim. And that I want to travel more. And that I like people, and I want to make the most of my life. And that I'm proud of myself.
LOVE YOOOOOOOO (all of yooo)
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