This was the post I typed for you yesterday :
“I’m still in South Africa. That’s all I have to say about that.
I’ve been quiet, I know. Currently, I’m in limbo. Being a creative kind of person means that life events have a profound impact on my mood. I know that life events impact all kinds of people, so I mean no disrespect when I say that. I just mean that *in my experience*, creative people tend to take these things harder than others. As in, at the moment, I have no drive to do anything more than raise my kid, eat and sleep. Sometimes the eat part is optional, while at other times I cannot STOP MUNCHING ON THINGS. Emotional eater here.
This means that writing or creativity is a massive effort at the moment. Writing the blog and writing in general, drawing or doing makeup holds no allure for me right now. I feel kind of down, if you haven’t picked up on that yet. And, you know, since this is my blog and all, I thought I’d tell you about it.
I feel like Emma after the Boxx thing in Emma Approved at the moment. (Currently reading the Austin to accompany this web series. It’s good. The book and the web series both, I mean.) I want to loaf around in my pajamas and eat ice cream. In fact, I have photograph by Ed Sheeran on repeat as I type this, so you can use that to gauge the depth of my descent into broodiness from that.
The thing is, we spent a lot of time saying goodbye. We cried over family and friends. Wept. Wept is a better word. We sold all of our stuff. Stuff of sentimental value included. We packed up some little things and put that on a plane to Dusseldorf. We lived out of suitcases for a little while.
But during all of this, we never said goodbye to each other, because Jan, Kayla and I were going on this adventure together.
Now, he’s gone and Kayla and I are still here. Obviously, this is going to impact me and Kayla somehow. Am I whining? Maybe so. It needs to come out though, before I become a broody mess.
This post isn’t for any other reason to ask you to bare with me. I’ll be back soon enough, writing about all kinds of exciting things again. Or I hope so.
I can just hear Arrow telling me to grow a spine in my imagination. Sorry, Pigtails. I’ll get there.
Don’t worry. Dark-and-depressed-Yolandie has since been replaced by over-the-friggen-moon-Yolandie.
I’m flying out on Monday.