And just like that, it was over.
That would be a great first sentence in a novel, don’t you think? Or maybe the last.
Four years ago I was sitting in the same restaurant with my parents, with a packed car and the future looking slightly fuzzy.
Last week we did the whole thing again and before I knew it, here I am back in Pretoria.
In between the craziness I got a moment to sneak away to Monument hill, one of my favourite spots to think in town. It’s one of the things I’ll miss the most about small town life, to be able to steal away up and above everything whenever.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the city.