Floetic Justice

The Game Plan

I hate playing games (the metaphoric type) and this isn’t much of a plan so perhaps titling this “The Game Plan” is a recipe for disaster.

With that said, epiphanies-a-plenty have been pounding my brain and if the lightbulb above my head goes off once more I may need to buy more electricity (South Africa’s pre-paid eletrical system is a story of its own).

So here it is:

1) Enjoy South Africa

2) Stop mourning my loss of the United States and the numerous and valued friendships I cherish.

3) Let go.

With so much swirling around me (exams I should be studying for instead of mini-blogging), a new and uncertain relationship on my horizon, the search for a new place to live, the awkward convo I’m preparing to have with an amazing roommate, the hype surrounding the World Cup (24 days!), the continuing strains in family relationships… it would be easy to lose track of the beauty that my very residence in this place commands.

A year ago, I was sitting in a cubicle slaving away for the beast that is Corporate America, paining as I felt little bits of my soul being chipped away day by day, and longing for a life that somehow felt more real than the manufactured existence that was my reality.

So this—this is real. This is raw. This is Africa.

With its beauty and horror.

With my laughs and loves.

With the electricity that comes in knowing that while the future is uncertain, there is no doubt that here—here, is where I’m supposed to be.