Six months since I moved to the other side of the world.


The seasons are the opposite of the Northern Hemisphere, the stars are very different. August brings hot wind and red dust, December – heat waves and rain that won’t stop for a week. There are eleven official languages and countless accents. People drive on the left of the road and go home before sunset; the day starts at 5 in the morning with the shouts of the incredibly loud hadeda birds. People sing while walking on the streets. Now I know what is the true meaning of the safari. I’m not afraid of lions anymore. I know how to track different animals in the savannah and have no problem sleeping in a cave. The Ocean’s waves are huge but that makes them great for surfing. I made friends with a few blue cranes and a penguin colony. I learned more in six months that I had learned for several years. I know who are the people that I can trust even when I’m at the end of the world. I used to wait for the summer to come, now I’ve come to the summer. Life is short and precarious and boring, so it’s much better to take the opportunity to change that and live the way we want to.

No reason to stay is a good reason to go.