Sense of invincibility

It's a strange concept temporarily saying goodbye to people who's close presence goes unquestioned and taken for granted. Realizing that the closeness won't be at your disposable for a certain period of time heightens the tendency to fully immerse yourself into the moments shared shortly before the distance kicks in. Missing is a strong verb, which when put into action, possesses a power which can be completely underestimated. 

Knowing that I'm away from home for six months has left me with a sense of invincibility. Whether or not it should be condoned is unknown to me, but nevertheless it has resulted in slight over-excitement involved with recent events. This has included a bit of the following:



ACT Cape Town's theatrical performance at Alexander Bar, a quaint and charming bar in Loop Street worth paying a visit to. Niks' first showcase, and my heart bursting with pride.

My chosen younger sister.

Good Genes

Dad's back yard. Won't be at my disposable upon my return.

A driver's shaky early Cape Town Morning view. It gets me every time.

Oebligoebly Number Three with Ten Oegligoeblies. 

Closing of the Barristers Chapter. A workplace that had turned into a home. "Great food, great wine, warm friends". R40 pub lunches. Best

ACT student. Betty botter bought some butter, but she said, this butter is bitter.

A Mexican Fiesta

Faber Family Breakfast Feast