I've been in Grahamstown for a grand total of 3 days, and so the journ work begins. The realisation that we have a month and a half to get a portfolio together has settled like a mist of unhappiness over my class - after the energetic vacation re-hash we all sat in front of our computers like silent zombies for a while.
Just trying something out. Keep moving.
I feel unsettled in that I should feel more settled. Grahamstown isn't home. Knysna doesn't really qualify either right now. London is far away in both months and kilometres. Maybe Jo'burg will feel more comfy - yes people, the FINAL *cough* date has been set for the 5th August, with us flying up (my first flight ever!) on the 4th, and leaving either on the 6th or the 9th. Too too exciting!
Something great (and worth being grateful for) is that the sleepyness and total torpor of Knysna resulted in a bit of a brain boom as regards portfolio and project ideas.
I do love Footballer's Wives.
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