I am still up.

I was en-route to lala land about 6 or 7 hours ago.  I have been up since, doing nothing but surfin' the net, as it were — found nothing cool though.

I have been toying with the idea of moving here (Capetown) for quite sometime, but I do believe now, this is where I need to be:

not to grow, not to do any of those things that you tell yourself when you are in your mid-twenties and life seems like a thing that needs changing.

This is the town, I need to be.

Let me saying it again: this is the town I need to be.

From a business perspective, I do not think Capetown is as aggressive as Johannesburg is, or should be — I notice a lot of creativity out-here, but that does not even motivate me as I would have imagined (or dreamt of sometime 3 years ago)

but I do sense — there is an engine of creative people in business (I say creative not in the artistic sense, but creative in, well, ability to create) that a lurking somewhere in the shadows of the nightlife.

and those are the people I intend to seek and find, with the hopes that one would be able to transcend from 'ideas' to 'creating'.

Alas — I am not going to move to Capetown with that as a priority, I will move here, for 6 six months as an escape from Johannesburg and work.

I want to just chill, relax and engage with people, time and space.

That is, all — well, if only I could now just fall asleep.

Hello.

I am at a Wimpy, at the airport (OR Tambo International).  In the smoking room/corner. Waiting for my 9.10am flight to Capetown. Smoking and drinking bad cappuccino.

Wimpy has never mad good coffee — ever, but they have a smoking room and thus we are here.

hey, why do smoking rooms at airports smell like last night?

I am on my second trip to KaapStaad in a month.  I've never done that before, ever.  Moreso, I've never traveled so much in short space of time.

I could not be anywhere else in the world right now, but exactly where I am.  I love traveling.  Strangely, I can't claim that: love traveling, I don't do a lot of it to call myself a traveler, but, one small step at a time, many times.

I have traveled way too much times in my mind that, the dream becomes a fantasy — the mind demands empirical evidence to generate the dream, if you know what I mean.

Alas, there is a guy next to me reading this (yes you — stop reading my words), :-)

I have a one-way ticket — I don't know when I am coming back, my true self doesn't ever want to come back, but my honest self knows I will be back, to go back permanently (end of May, well, that is just a plan).

I gotta go to a bar somewhere — I'll write again in Capetown.

1ove, nomad.