Journal: 24 April 2012

As I walk around these now (somewhat) familiar streets I get the feeling that this city and I have unfinished business.  I'm not sure what it is, but I don't feel ready to leave.  By my last month in South Africa, I was devastated to be leaving, but I felt ready.  It felt right.  It seems like I'm just learning how to be here.  The time has flown in the most painfully, inching sort of way, and I need more.  There is magic in this land.  I lost track of it for a few months in there and I'm just now starting to remember.  I'm not ready to leave.  There is no 'but I'm so ready to go home.'  I'm just not ready to leave.  So maybe I won't.