No place like home

Posted by Angelique Ruzicka on Friday, October 1, 2010
Hey all,

So this is my first blog. It's not my first ever piece of writing, but I am sure you gathered that from snooping around my website. I thought long and hard about what I should write about on my blog and then it hit me: KISS. As in: Keep it Simple Stupid!
And what would be more simple than writing about my home town, my place of birth: Cape Town. This glorious (Mother) city is, I think, the next best thing to sliced cheese (and I love cheese). Yes she can be a bit moody and get on your nerves a bit and occassionaly you wish you could move out, but for some reason you just find your way back there. Taking the same flack, the snobbishness, the arrogance, the traffic, the DA, the ANC, and Julius (the annoying) Malema.
Yes it perhaps smokes and drinks too much, but it's not like the city doesn't give back in return. After almost ten years of living in London I am glad to be back. Why? Because the city has welcomed me back with open arms. Like a prodigal child I have returned, and just like a forgiving parent it has taken me back.
Look it hasn't been easy. There have been ups and downs. There have been fights and temper tantrums. There have been compliments and accusations. There have been many scary moments - perhaps it's too soon to mention them in this blog (for now), but with time I may open up a bit more. But it's all been worth it. The sun, the sea, the sky, the beaches, the mountain, the family (yes, including the in-laws), the fresh beach air, Peddlars on the Bend, the wine farms, and last but not least good old friends is what has made this place home.
We have our problems - but who doesn't? The UK is currently fighting it's way out of a recession. There were lots of jobs lost and the last time I wrote about it the entire nation was about one trillion pounds in debt. And now they have David Cameron and Ed Miliband...but that's another blog.
Here, in South Africa, we do have problems. Crime is rife - we have one of the highest murder and rape rates in the world, some of the politicians are corrupt and so are some of the police. I will not name names here, but you know who you are. And freedom of speech is in danger of being curbed drastically - if only the average man on the street knew how drastically, we'd be striking and marching like the French.
But somehow I am drawn to this place. Like a moth to a flame. I just cannot let go. And I will forgive her for everything. Cause she is my mother.

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