Cape Town, My City.

down the rabbit hole.

The time is soon. Soon, my friends I will be free from the vile clutches of the city. Free from its noise, angry people and strange smells. The ‘burbs await me. The tranquil country life of Kenilworth and its well deserved peaceful sights and sounds are my ultimate rewards for having lived a life of city-dwelling. I have worked too hard in my life to not allow myself the luxury of a two-bedroom, two-gardened paradise.

I won’t mince words. Five years of living in the city is enough. It. Is. Enough! I am not willing to spend my full salary on a luxury domicile within the walls of this emerald city. No sir! The same grand home can be found a scant fifteen minutes outside of ‘Die Midde Kaap’ and at a fraction of the price. A fraction! I have asked many, many curious passerby’s to their proclivity of residential bliss. Many note that living in Cape Town Central IS the bee’s knees. They have not lived here long enough then.

Do you enjoy being woken up at night due to the shrill ring of yet another car alarm? Then town central is for you. How would you like the screams of the homeless echoing in your ears on a warm summer’s night? Perhaps you prefer the glimmering lights of the city penetrating your vulnerable eyeballs at all hours. But I do not and it is enough!

I am leaving the city for good. Little Miss Sunshine and I are hopping on the suburban bandwagon and have chosen our rightful place in the evergreen roads of Claremont/Newlands/Kenilworth. We spent many months making this decision. As the number one reason for living in town is transport. Being seven minutes away from work is a bonus. Not just a bonus but an amazing windfall which can make me beam with happiness every day.

The irony of my situation is a triumph of collective absurdities. Leave Cape Town central and arrive home an hour after work. Live inside the Town and suffer the harsh and brutal indignities that follow any cost-price dweller. No tour in Cape Town is complete without having seen the inside of my tiny apartment! One bedroom, one tiny kitchen and one cramped bathroom are on the top of each and every high-fashion list, I can promise you that. I leave in May. I won’t be back.