What a difference a day makes!
I woke up at 5:45 am this morning for the game drive, which got us up close and personal with a herd of elephants, a pride of sleeping lions, and two hippos fighting to the death. At some point while driving through the bush behind Royal Malewane–smelling the sweet, herb-y air; taking in the stunning scenery and stark animalism (um, hippos fighting to the death)–I had one of those BC/AD “everything that came before is different from everything that comes after” epiphanies. I would imagine that said epiphanies are embarrassingly, adorably common while in Africa, a land that I’ve never not seen romanticized by travel writers and novelists.
Still, it was a genuine moment, and it helped put to rest a little of the wistfulness I’ve had over the loss of this newest relationship. It was a relationship so new that, if one’s going by the old “Take the amount of time you’ve been with somebody, divide it in two, and that’s how long it will take to get over them” advice, I won’t even have to wait until I’m back in the States to have moved on. And yet, as has happened with every relationship I’ve had post-30, I genuinely thought that maybe this relationship was the one–that, finally, this time I’d gotten it right.
Do good things really come to those who wait? Or is it a case of: wherever you go, there you are? I think, I hope, it’s a little bit of both.
Where I am right now, both literally and figuratively, is pretty amazing. Once again, I feel hopeful and excited.
I feel lucky.
I feel content.
Africa for the win!