I moved down to Cape Town about 2 years ago.
Since then, I have battled to reconcile the 2 Cape Towns that seem to be laid out in front of me. Only one is real. I have felt it when traipsing through the CBD with friends, running on the Promenade or eating at one of the best restaurants I have ever been to; but there is another transient one that exists in the neverending touched-up photos of popular websites and the pithy dialogue exchanged in the comments sections. Who are these people? Because I don’t relate to them.
Life is fucking glamourous here but this cosmos has a struggle called the daily grind that we all experience when we’re not living the high life of the beginning of the month. So if you have no job but still manage to look as if you’re a model working at Nylon, then come back when you’re actually paying your own rent.
To the rest of you, enjoy the guide to getting the most out of your life; struggle and all.