1. Let's begin..with the 10 facts.

In my bed, i find myself saying (to the ceiling of coarse) Where to from here?

It is June. 2012. In the last three months, I’ve singlehandedly:  

1. Broken up with my German boyfriend, whom i was living with, just before we we’re about to embark on an exciting overseas trip. 

2. Packed up my home- moving has got to be one life’s biggest stresses! 

3. Lost custody of my right hand man, our beautiful doggie. 

4. Left my job, selling dead sea products in a god forsaken shopping mall (can ya blame me) 

5. Gone on a road trip to the traanskei with two friends from Israel – one being my new found Russian lover – who left me for his ex soon after.  

6. Had my entire wardrobe stolen. Yes. Only me. 

7. Lived alone in a tent, on the floor with my new mange ridden puppy, Simba – oh! I brought him back from the Transkei. Did i mention he gave me Scabies? 

8. Got into my car, drove to my mum’s  in JHB - don’t get me started on the N1. 

9. Tragedy calls! Simba dies of Rabies – that is after he bit me, my mum and the neighbour – all currently getting the vaccine treatment.. 

10. Three days later, the cats are put in quarantine for the next six months and my mum’s darling dog, Eighty, was put down.

The silence in this once very noisy cottage, hurts my ears.

So, as i was saying..where to from here?

I’ve watched every t.v series from Boston Legal, to Bones. From Gossip girl to The Kennedy’s. Movies from Gia to Run away Jury, You’ve got mail to Analyze this. I’ve exhausted every escape. Time to get out of bed and face the world. The real one. Mine.

Ever feel like someone else has the remote control? That they’re just changing your channels’, turning you off, and on again, pausing you and fast forwarding you. (Sigh) I need to get that control back, but i just don’t think it can happen here. In this space - with all this “stuff” 

I need to get away. Must. Just. Go.

On my own - No more dogs, no more men, and no more.. “stuff.”

Where shall i go? What shall i do?

Thankfully i have some money saved up, and i have the best mother in the entire universe, yes she is better than yours ;) - who wants to help. She wants me to go. Be free. Independent. Happy.

 Where to i say?? WHERE TO!?!?

The thing is, I can’t just go. I’m not that spontaneous, or that rich – for that matter. I need a plan, a job of sorts, a goal. Structure me!! Time to think..