new work home.

I start work tomorrow at Ogilvy Public Relations London as a Digital PR Account Manager.


Excited does not do the feeling justice.


I was thinking about my experience abroad so far and concluded that independence is what I feel I have gained the most so far. In only 18 days I feel that I have been organically accessing strength inside me I never knew I had. And not to get through anything traumatic by all means, but to just get up and go. And do.

There has been minimal fear and I have been naturally adjusting to my surroundings. Without really questioning myself or worrying. Just doing.

I liked this definition the most:


The state or quality of being independent; freedom from dependence; exemption from reliance on, or control by, others; self-subsistence or maintenance; direction of one’s own affairs without interference.

That’s how I feel.

After a week in London I flew over to Hamburg, Germany to visit my boyfriend.

We spent time in Berlin-sight-seeing, watching beautiful films at the Berlin Film Festival, eating great food, walking, travelling on the S bahn and U bahn’s (tube and train equivalents) and chilling in our one bedroom apartment. Great deal, if you ever consider visiting Berlin, check out this site for accomodation

our bedroom

Germany is filled with interesting people and very interesting food. On my last night we ate at a restaurant  in Hamburg  called Jolie (, I had no idea what was on the menu so ordered something suggested by a German friend. It was fish and sauce and potato to be precise but when I looked around the table at the other 10 guests’ plates it seemed we were all eating varieties of the same meal. Meat. Potato. Sauce.

That’s German food for you. But still delicious.

Hamburg vibes.
Last remaining piece of the wall. And very depressing museum nearby about the regime.
Berlinale ( Berlin Film Festival) Golden Bear.

I was very sad to leave but upon my return to London, felt comforted by the fact that I was coming home to my brother.

Since my return many exciting things have unfolded which I will blog about the in the days to come, but overall feeling quite content. And may I add, am happy to say I started fiddling around with Photoshop today (with the help of my boyfriend over Skype) and came up with this work of art. It includes clothes. Clothes that are now mine. I could suck this place dry of all their clothes but then I would starve and have no home so I opted on the following items. This is a collection of my most prized beauties I have purchased so far.

Ta daaaa!

Its been great chatting universe but I’m off to view a flat now.

Thank you for all the blessings.


Out of comfort, into the unknown.

South West Train. My favourite.

So its day five here for me in London. I have travelled on tubes, trains and buses. I have shopped. I have drunk lots of tea. I have eaten many a dark kit kat. I have cried, a little. I have laughed, a lot. I have opened a bank account. I have been for an interview.

And its only been, f-i-v-e-d-a-y-s.


Today I had a thought, that I am happy I am here. That being here has made me realise how stuck I felt in Cape Town. I feel like I am living. Fear, sadness, excitement, uncertainty, makes up part of that living. Feeling is living. Moving is living. I’m moving.

In the words of Damien Hirst – an artists’ work I gawked at in the Tate Britain on Sunday:

“There are four important things in life: religion, love, art and science. At their best, they’re all just tools to help you find a path through the darkness. None of them really work that well, but they help”

They help.

I feel like ‘writing’ should be one of Damian’s ‘important life things’. I hereby add that one in.

Missing my man but he awaits me in Germany where I go to visit him on Friday. So very excited for that. Only an hour away. Such is London.

Let’s see what happens.

And I will, of course, keep writing.


Ogilvy London reception.
Canary Wharf: Ogilvy London


Marsh property browsing next to some 15 year olds.

I arrived in London yesterday after leaving my friends and family at home in Cape Town. I walked into my brothers house in Earsfield at about 11am and it hit me, I wont have a home for a while.

I’m staying on his sleeper couch in his TV room. Its cozy, but reality hit me when i got here and boy did I have to hold back those tears.

I flew Virgin Airlines – woah, it really is better than any other airline I’ve ever flown. I also had a quietly humorous woman next to me whom I shared a  few words and chuckles with. The food was great and I managed to watch 127 hours up until the most poignant moment in the movie where I fell asleep. I fell asleep? Can we just have a moment for that? Fantastic moment. Only a few hours, but great nonetheless.

I spent yesterday in Wimbledon with my brother. We browsed and talked shit. I bought some stuff. Nothing worth mentioning here. Brittish plugs – riveting. Saw so many shoes. So many. Tried on all of them. Bought none of them. I need girlfriends.

I felt stronger as the day progressed. We went to watch Black Swan last night in Wandsworth. It was a cold walk to the bus stop. The movie was unbelievably disturbing but Natalie Portman’s performance was one to remember. Outstanding. I must mention here that they have no extra salt to put on your popcorn at Brittish cinema’s… SIN! So much to get used to. But hey, better for my heart.

So it’s Sunday February 6th and I just woke up and thought, well, i may as well blog about day one so i can remember it always. Since yesterday I have learned:

  • Not to look back. Not even forward. Must stay in today as much as possible, the two other options are devastating and scary, respectively.
  • Never to go to airport with mom and sister as will cry for hours after.
  • Its ok not to have a home for a while.
  • Its going to take a while to adjust.
  • My brother is awesome and makes me laugh. (i relearn this every time i see him)
  • Ya’all weren’t joking about the cold weather.
  • I need to be here.