Watching my boxes stacked up in the living room, laughing at me, taunting me with the fact that they won't be unpacked for another 30 days, I go into panic mode and decide that a walk around my new neighbourhood would probably do me some good. I soon find a corner cafe and buy my first official Durban Bunny Chow and have my first conversation with a real Indian person. As I'm paying for my Bunny, I notice a tattoo parlour across the road. Without really thinking, I cross the road Bunny in hand, and demand a tattoo. Twenty minutes later I walk out with another star on my wrist, a bravery badge to mark new beginnings, change and hopefully some growth. I feel a lot better and trek home to unpack my clothes, make my bed and shuffle it around my new bedroom.
This is The House That Nearly Was. I have utilised my AWESOME Photoshopping abilities to add in some furniture and stuff to make it feel more homely because neither Kak Van Rooyen or I really own anything.
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