My life is messy. There are just two many things going on. My disastrous choice of a birthday present for The Man, NT starting “school” and trying to decide whether I want to move to Joburg/Jozi/Johannesburg/The City of Gold.
It’s not really my decision alone I know but I guess I have to decide for myself first – do I want to move and work in Joburg? Is it really as great as people say it is? Will it make any difference to my high levels of job angst and just plain old hate at the moment?
Like I said too many questions.
Two days ago I was sure Cape Town is it. I had convinced myself that I could reinvent myself and find something I’m passionate about in Cape Town.
Even the Silicon Cape initiative gave me hope. I could become Surely my skills – gathered over more than 15 years – would bear me out.
And there’s my family. I love having my parents close and The Man’s mom too. The babysitting helps. 
And The Man’s passion is here. His dream job.
I love our house. Even all its mess.
Table Mountain. Let’s not forget the mountain…
There’s a good dollop of fear too. I’m scared that I won’t find a new job here if I leave my current one. I’m afraid that Joburg will swallow me whole and be nothing like I want it to be… Do I really want my baby to grow up there?
Will The Man resent me for pulling him away from his dream?
Like I said, too many questions.
