Looking back on it the time i spent living in South Africa when i was eighteen was probably the craziest, most spectacular time of my life. I wish i appreciated it more at the time, instead of missing the rain, English accents, and semi skimmed milk in a plastic bottle as appose to a carton. Yeah that bothered me, (i started drinking black tea). I can't stop thinking about it all at the moment, family, friends, ex boyfriends, cinnabons, hunters dry, the best steak on the planet, cheapest movie tickets on earth, edgars make up counters, moyo sundown cocktails, peppersteak pies, the fact that Woolworth's is the equivalent to M&S (contrast much?) gahh, yeah you get it. I MISS IT. What happens now? Only time will tell.