South Africa changed my life. At least I think it did. It's hard not to gain some perspective about your crappy little life when you're looking down on the world from Table Mountain or seeing where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for twenty-seven years or visiting a shanty town where four grown men live in a shack with no running water every day just because it means they might have a better life than they did in Zimbabwe. It was eye-opening, let me tell you. All the shit I was bitching about before I left suddenly seems a little silly.
I wasn't quite ready to come back. I came home a few days earlier than I had originally planned -- some meetings I was supposed to attend in Johannesburg wound up being cancelled so they sent me home on Monday. I'm still converting dollar amounts to rand in my head and I woke up this morning expecting to see the V&A Waterfront out of my window. I'm going through Africa-withdrawal or something.
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