My first real trip was to Kenya. I was ten years old when my dad called us into the lounge to explain that we would be going to a new place for a while. My dad clearly explained that we would be moving and it would not be permanent. He also explained that he would not be home for alot of the time as he would be working in Sudan. My dad has always been able to adjust very easily and always seems to blend very well into his surroundings. I used to say he was like a chameleon. I am sure I take after him.
Trips away started at a very young age, my grandmother said she and my grandfather would take me on camping trips from the age of 10 months. We would go to the South Coast and many other places in South Africa. I remember my old brown suitcase that my mom would pack for me and the night before drop offs and early rising for our great trip away!!! I remember sparkle sweets and car games. I also remember nativity plays and getting angel wings made out of paper plates for my star appearance in the camping club Christmas play. Adventures started before I could walk.
With a dad that moved around for his own entrepreneurial passion and grandparents that took me along on many camping trips my combination of the two developed into this fire that lives and breathes into every inch of my body.
I am grateful for my constant urge to travel and be successful because with this desire I have experienced so much and lived a life so fulfilling that I could not express to you with words alone. Its a passion and a love that runs so deep I can literally feel it physically in my blood.
The battle I have been facing lately is this passion now conflicts with my natural desire to settle down as an adult woman.
After I finished varsity in Durban I found a job on the cruise ships. It was a dream come true. Filled with everything I had ever wanted. I thought I had found my place... uuuum maybe not.
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