2 months in a place I hardly know

I've had some ups and downs in Grahamstown in the past couple of months. I've lain on the floor outside Slipstream Sportsbar after an epic chunder session and felt pretty homesick but I've also climbed the statue outside the Great Hall.

I've worked moderately hard. I've turned a bare room into a little piece of home with trinkets and letters (Thank you, my jeanpant-girl). I've made some real friends, and learned a little bit about what friendship means. I've learned that even boedies can be legends, and that owning a gym card doesn't mean you go to gym.

All in all, Grahamstown has been rather kind to me and that I look forward to furthering my education at Rhodes, and also sometimes go to uni.

I leave for home in less than 36 hours, and the excitement is mounting. I long for Durban tap water, toasted cheese, a dvd from Video Mogul, my dogs, my Monica (My maid and second mother), my family and my friends who i've left at home. The lady friend comes to Durban too, and I can't help but be both excited and nervous about a little festival we call Splashy Fen.

Pictured above: Splashy Fen

Splashy Fen is quite good at being awesome, in ways you really don't expect. Last year I ended up breaking my straight-edge and turning into a raucous, clumsy buffoon who compared himself to Jesus. Good times! This year, there's HORSE the band, the craziest band to come out of Earth.

Pictured above: The craziest thing to come out of Earth.

So the next few weeks should be awesome. I cannot wait.