Everyone knows the saying, “There’s no place like home”, but really, there’s no place like Cape Town. I’m just fortunate enough to be able to call it home too.
The past month in Cape Town was magical. The scents, sounds and sights, the vibrancy of the city and its people, the picturesque mountains and sandy beaches; I forgot how truly beautiful Cape Town is. I left four years ago and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about going back.
How would I feel after all these years? Out of place? Counting down the days until I’m back in Jordan? Or would I fall in love with the place all over again, a place that was once home?
By the amount of pictures on my personal Instagram and Facebook accounts the answer is obvious: I loved it. I loved every minute that I was there.
I realized how lonely a place can be without family. [And how quiet.] No loud sibling squabbles, no family game nights with aunts and uncles [and my grandma.]
My stay was so short-lived, a month felt like a week and it’s all a blur of laughter, good food, good company and fun.
Leaving was bittersweet, as goodbyes usually are. But I’ll definitely be back without waiting another four years.
I’m keeping this post brief before the sentimental, sensitive, mushy-gushy side of me takes over, which is a side I keep hidden most of the time.
So let me leave you with this panoramic photo of the city bowl while I reminisce some more…