Notes From The Road: The Beginning Of The End.
I recently flew back to Cape Town to spend some time with family and friends. Also, to gather my thoughts regarding the next steps of this journey. Going back to what I've come to know as home put into perspective just how ready I am to settle down again for a bit.
It is as if there's newfound gratitude for the community of friends and family that I'm lucky enough to have in my life, and suddenly I felt silly for the number of times I've taken their love, support, and time for granted. Perhaps it's just that I'm finally open to receiving it.
I think we set out on big journeys like these to gain a sense of where we belong, even if that search might've been subconscious. What I've come to realize is that- for now at least- I think I have a good idea of where that sense of belonging is.
With that, I've been incredibly lucky to see my career thrive these last couple of months. To the point of over exceeding my own expectations of what I thought could be possible or what I'm capable of.
For those wondering, I work as a digital marketing strategist, social media manager, and Facebook ad consultant for Hot Oven Marketing. A boutique agency I co-manage with my partner in crime, PR-expert and creative networker, Mira Weiner.
However, career growth means an increase in responsibility, more structure, and discipline. Even more so when working for yourself. To be honest, it’s just become too difficult to juggle it all whilst also somewhat enjoying the traveling.
Overall, career growth or not, I think I’m just craving a sense of stability and structure right now. Funny how things change, isn’t it?
This has been a wild, insane, eye-opening year and still the best thing I could've ever done for myself, but right now there’s nothing I want more than the same routine two or three days in a row.
I've learned many lessons during my time on the road, but the one most fitting for this post is that of "stability does not equal being stuck".
I've gained a massive appreciation for the small, seemingly "boring" moments in day-to-day life that I took for granted before leaving. Take it from someone who lived a life of constant movement, change, and never-ending new experiences; there is so much power in routine. There is growth in stability, equally as much as there is in discomfort. And I guess that's where life is taking me next, learning the lessons I need to learn next within safety.
So, what’s the plan for the last stretch?
I'll be returning to Port-Elizabeth, where I'll be reunited with my Jeep, Ruby. Sticking to the Eastern Cape coastline, I'll spend some time in J-bay and St.Francis, with little stints inland to see the Addo Elephant National Park and the Baviaanskloof.
Thereafter I'll be back in the Western Cape, coming down through Plettenberg Bay and the greater Tsitsikamma area.
Still in two minds whether or not I should then stick to the coast all the way back to Cape Town, where I plan to spend Christmas, or if I should head over the Swartberg mountains to come down through the Klein Karoo along Route 62. I guess only time will tell.
Until then, I’m going to enjoy the last two months of road life before I finally settle down long enough to hang my clothes up in a closet again.