Saying Goodbey

Today is the last day I will spend in my hometown, before going of to Pretoria

I am very saddened by this thought.  New friends await, new buildings, new habits, new loves.  My heart is thumping out of control as I walk into my room.  With only boxes of things that are necessities for the year.

I’m scared out of my wits.  Truelly and honestly.  I have no idea what to expect.

I only know this…

I leave the past 18 years of my life behind me, keeping al the good memories, learning from the bad ones.

The hardest part of going to the big city is the total lack of closeness.  The chances off seeing someone you know in the pick and pay are very slim.  Where as in the town, you greet at least five people with one visit to the local grocer.  This is going to be a huge adjustment for me.

The main thought that is stuck in my head these days, is that I don’t want to leave my mother behind.  Last year she was gone, taken from me at the most critical time of my high school career.  But looking back I realise that, that experience has taught me to cope without my mother, even when I needed her so very badly.

I know now that I won’t have trouble to adjust, or cope without parental assistance.  I also know that there are still people who love and care for me, even though I won’t be seeing them as often.

And today I would like to thank those people.  And say goodbey, but just untill we meet again.  The Afrikaans saying for goodbey says it best: “Tot siens”.  Which means untill we see each other again.

No real goodbey, just the twinkle of hope of another meeting.  Knowing you will see that person again someday.

I haven’t been this emotional for a while now.  But I still find comfort in knowing that I will always have my friends.  Thank you so much for sticking it out with me.  Thanks for all the good times we had and the times that have yet to come.  So ’till we meet again….

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Ek wil rerig net dankie se vir almal wat my ondersteun het en moed ingepraat het en sommer partykeer net nonsens gepraat het.  Ek sal probeer om gereeld te blog maar kan ongelukkig niks belowe nie.

Dankie aan Johan, Adrie, Wippie, Pikkie en Tannie Roer wat gereeld kom inloer het en my welkom laat voel het in die blogosfeer.  Dit beteken meer as wat julle dink 🙂

Wel dis tyd dat ek my goedjies klaar moet gaan pak.

Tot wedersiens 🙂

The Road Not Taken

Most probably one of my favourite poems ever:

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost

I think there is a time in everyone’s life when they have a choice.  Always wondering what would have happened if the other road was taken.  Wondering how life would have been.

We can’t se into the future, so we don’t always know what effect a decision will have on our lives.  But if we trust in God, He will help us and guide us through our journey.

Believing isn’t always easy, but it is the road less traveled by.  And that will make all the difference.

Truth and Dare

Truth:   Have you ever done something you regret?

Dare:   Confess to it, forgive yourself, ask forgiveness.  Let it be past