November Hiatus Coming Up

Alas! I have to admit that I am overwhelmed....

 

In between working my last month in, studying strategic level on my quest for CIMA recognition, preparing the big move overseas, selling my stuff, trying to keep everything as normal as possible...I am bogged down. Not that I am complaining. I am loving every minute of it as everything feels so new and exciting and scary at the same time.

 

But then, I am just running out of time for everything. I would like to continue blogging but have realised that something's gotta give.

 

Of course, this is not a permanent leave. It always happens around this time of the year anyway...when I take a hiatus  a month from writing to concentrate on my studies.

 

Don't worry though. I promise to come back with a vengeance. There is more to tell and I will not be content until I have put my journeys into blogosphere because that's just the way I am. I am slightly unsure as to when my next post will be. I will be taking a break for studies this side and am not sure what awaits me on the other side (Canada). But hopefully the wait will not be long.

My Jazz And Me



There was just something about you. I knew we'd go well together the moment I laid eyes on you. Even when I drove you out from the Honda dealership, I knew we'd be well suited for each other. You were kitted in my favourite colour, you see. So I just knew.

 

For six years, you've been my companion in the morning when we ride to work, listening to the radio, having breakfast. You were my mate in the afternoon when we make our way home, facing the traffic head on. You protected and shielded me from the sun, the rain, the hail storms, the bird poo that fall from the sky, the garbage that the vehicle in front throws my way, the little stones that hit the windshield and your body........I trusted you to take me wherever I needed to go.

 

I loved you because you were MY ride. Not my husband's, not my family's, but ALL mine. Of course, we often carted the family along on our little adventures, but you were always referred to as MY car. And in that way, you were special to me.

 

However, the time has come for me to go and I cannot take you with me. It is with a heavy heart that I put you up for sale. My only consolation is that I find you an owner that will look after you and appreciate your many talents.

 

I hope that you will serve your new owners as well as you have served me. Bring them stability, safety, protection. I know you will not fail me in this regard, my faithful friend. And maybe one day, someday, I will see you on the streets of Johannesburg, still alive and kicking and putting your best mileage on the roads.

I bid thee farewell.