Press-ed Pause.

12 months, 12 countries. Its been a rocKiNg time. Returned home a week and a half ago. The first time I’ve stopped in 7 of those 12 months.
Back to Johannesburg.
I wasn’t looking forward to stopping, I like running, it keeps me fresh.Alert.
New environments, new challenges, new exposures. New, new, new.

It’s a necessary part of representing your youth appropriately, to expose yourself to as many new things as you can (of which travel is only one of many,others include new people, concepts, experiences,knowledge). Aside from being pure fun, it equips you such that when you do settle into the various aspects of life, it’s a more informed decision. Even in those decisions, previous other experiences will weave themselves into that reality, to enrich its tapestry. It doesn’t have to be that when you get old-er you stop experiencing, but it seems that the initiative to do so slows down, partly slowed by practicalities too.

I don’t know where I’ll be going now, what I’ll be doing. It’s unsettling, the plan was always defined up to this point. Grade 1, Grade 2…Undergrad, Honors, Articles, Overseas.
Right now it’s wake up, hang out, break the fast, go for prayers. The Plan doesn’t stretch further than that, Long term planning is no further than 5 days in advance.

Home is very comfortable though, but Comfort isn’t and shouldn’t be my priority right now.

I have some tough decisions to make, consequential decisions. I don’t like lazing around, but man, I don’t like working.

I could easily go on being flotsam, its a very easy space to fall into, but I suspect that even though it might work perrrrfectly for now, it may not look like such a hot decision a few years down the line.
The middle road, I need to find it, balancing immediate satisfaction with long-term prudence.
P-R-U-D-E-N-C-E.
PROOOOOODEEEENCCE.

(as I type this I think prudence is for GIRLS!Flotsam ROCK ON! But i’ll be sensible.)