I’ve been putting off writing this blog post because it means Cape Town is really over. As great as it has been to see my family and friends, I really miss South Africa. I miss having something to keep me occupied every day, I miss my housemates who I’ve grown so close to I can’t even believe it, I miss seeing Table Mountain when I wake up every morning, and most of all I miss never feeling lonely.
We talked about how hard it was going to be at home, how hard it was going to be to share our experiences with people, but I guess I was holding on to the hope that my friends would be different and they would understand. I feel as though Cape Town happened in another universe, especially because I came home and everything is exactly the same. I’ve changed, but nothing else has. I feel like a different person, I feel like I have different interests and values and dreams, but everything here is the same. I’m worried that I’m losing my memories of Cape Town already, that it’s already starting to feel like a dream or something, and so I’m going to hold them inside, stop trying to explain things that have no words, and thank God that I have my former housemates to support me.
This summer is going to be different, to say the least, but I look forward developing new coping mechanisms as I settle back into my routine of work, going o the beach, and working again. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and family more than anything, but this is definitely harder than I thought it was going to be.
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