I found myself in Umhlanga for the last two days and found myself reminiscing to a time many years ago.
For those who don’t know, I once unpacked my memories into a book that ultimately helped me meet Eloise. The story was pretty poorly written but the story behind the story was pretty remarkable. The story started as the true story of a group of teenagers who go on their matric holiday. To some it seems unremarkable, but the process of putting proverbial pen to paper was very therapeutic. Over the years it was chopped and changed, but the core remained. It was a story of friendship and was originated from a time when school friends start to drift apart – something I am sad to admit has all but happened.
I eventually finished the story, but tried to change bits to make it more readable and relatable. It wasn’t well-written by any means, but it was written and I am very proud of that.
So I thought I would put a small post together to say that I am thinking about all the troops, now scattered around the globe, who invaded Margate and Umhlanga matric vacation with me in 2005. You have a very special place in my heart.