I never thought I would hear myself say it… I miss Joburg!
There I said it. The chaos, the madness, the hustle and the bustle. The thick layer of smog that hits you as you enter the city. Everything about it, and I of course, and true to form, had to realize it only because I moved away from it.
If you think you’re shaking your head join the club with my folks, my friends and most of all myself. For four years since moving back to Joburg from Cape Town, I have been moaning and groaning about how I hate Joburg and wished I’d never moved back and blah blah blah…
Well blah blah blah I miss it.
So last week I went to Joburg for work and to see my folks for Easter and let’s not forget my Chloé. Besides almost being in a head on collision, honestly don’t understand the nerve of drivers. We are all heading for a destination and by you taking chances you ain’t going to get there.
Anyway, after arriving I could could feel the energy of city people. Maybe because this one horse town living really makes you crave even Joburg which is fine because you made me appreciate the little things. Joburgers have a way about them, that madness and camaraderie spirit that shouts we’re in this together so may as well have fun doing it.
Even a visit to the butcher and the friendly faces of strangers, just a smile or a knowing look and even a thank you gesture while driving. As I have said over and over again it costs nothing to be decent and kind but again maybe my living location once again has shown me just how rude or just how decent your average crazy Joe can be.
Ah big city life… Try to get by! That’s the easy part because the people make it!
That other song… Take me back to the beach, where we were young and free… Yeah, no sure, but holiday only.
Thank you Joburg, once a city girl always a city girl and I love it!