Tick Tock

I feel like a lot people who live by the ocean don’t actually deserve to. I have heard so many people say “oh I can’t remember when last I went to the beach” or “Geeee, I haven’t swam in the sea in forever”.


Bronze Beach, Durban.



I’ve lived by the sea now for 7 years. I made myself a promise when I left Jozi. I would not be one of those people. I would go to the beach once a week at least. I am happy to say that I stuck to it. Obviously some weeks all I managed was to dig my toes in the sand or (if you’ve ever spent a winter in CT) maybe a toe in the water.

People just amaze me. They have this spectacular thing, right on their doorsteps. It’s literally flashing it’s boobs at them and they just walk on by and don’t even acknowledge it. SIES people.

I know that life is hectic and work comes first and you need to work to earn money to survive and it’s exhausting managing a career and family life and bla bla fish paste but make time people. If you never make time, you will never have time. This doesn’t only apply to going to the beach.

It applies to everything. make time

Make time.

For friends, for family, for exercise. For doing things that YOU want to do, not have to do. This obviously includes wine drinking, chocolate eating and nik nak smashing.

I learnt this early on in life.  And I think it’s one of the most valuable lessons so far. That and always take headache tablet before you go to bed after a jol. You’re no good to anyone if you’re permanently tired or an inch from hanging yourself because you actually can’t even anymore.

Make time to enjoy your life. You’ve worked damn hard to get to where you are but if you never stop and take a minute to love life and appreciate it then what’s actually the point?

People have become so focused on trying to out do their friends and family or neighbours. They have to drive a better car, have a fancier handbag and live in a bigger house. WHY?

If you genuinely want something for no other reason that you yourself simply have to live there or buy that car then yes, work hard and make it happen. But if you only want to live on a golf estate because that’s where all the cool kids live then do me a favour and slap yourself.

There are people that want to be rich. They don’t care how it happens or what they need to do. There are people that are happy to float about and just survive. It doesn’t matter what kind of person you are as long as you’re doing it for you. Screw the Jones’! There’s absolutely no reason to keep up with them. They probably smell funny too.

Put yourself on the time out step! Even if it’s for 30min a week. You might think the world will collapse and your business will crumble or your family kill each other if you’re not there but I can assure you, this big fat sexy world of ours will keep on turning. And your entire life will not disintegrate. You may actually find yourself thinking clearer or having a different perspective on something after you’ve taken a break and had some me time.

You invest in your business, in your family, you insure your cars and phones. Why don’t you invest in yourself a little?

As my most favouritist, little piano playing, Asian looking, voice of an angel on steroids singer John Legend says “Make time to live a little.”
Catch you on the flip side homies

X x x


Here, there and back again



Sea Point Promenade, Cape Town.


Sitting on my balcony, bottle of wine in one hand, pack of smokes in the other. Drinking in the absolute epicness that is my favourite city in the world, Cape Town. I’m not even going to get into the bajillion reasons why I am so in love with this place. (That’s for another bottle of wine and blog post)

The point is, I’m in my happy place. For one more night anyway. (And I’m not talking about a strip club) However, I find myself feeling sad, frustrated a little angry and maybe a little tipsy.
It’s the most frustrating feeling in the world. I am contemplating slashing my friends tyres so I’ll miss my flight back to DBN. To my newest home. Even if I just get a few more hours here. On the other hand, I have my bags packed camping out by the front door so I can get on the plane faster and get back “home” to the plumber.

I feel like I’m cheating on him with CT.
Yes, I am well aware of how retarded that sounds but it’s the truth.

In the past 7 years I’ve moved cities 5 times. It goes a little something like this … JHB – CT – JHB – CT – JHB – DURBS. It’s even exhausting typing that out. You’d think after 7 years of saying goodbye to friends and family on a monthly basis, I’d get used to it. Yeah, not so much.

I’m basically like a homeless person but with a car and nice hair.

Also I only smell sometimes, usually of garlic and whiskey. Sexy hey?

Anyways, I’ve come the conclusion that no matter where I am or where I live, something will always be missing. My family and childhood is in JHB. My soul is in CT and my heart lies in Durban with the plumber. So what must happen now?

I know right, move all the JHB and Durban people to CT and I’m A for away. The way I’m feeling right now, I don’t even care if it’s against their will. Simple right? Why has no one else done this before?

Then it hit me. The solution to my problem. Something that means I could have the best of all sides. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. Maybe the wine helped me.

The answer is this….

Stop being a spoiled brat Jessica. Shame, life must be so hard for you. You have loved ones all over the country and you miss them everyday. Do you know how many people would love to have a “problem” like that? Exactly, some people don’t even have one person to love or who can love them.

Im not homeless. I basically have 3 homes. I’m lucky. Lucky to have three places that hold so much joy and happiness for me. Each for a different reason and each for a different season 🙂

So, here’s to the rest of the year with positive outlooks on what could be seen as problems. To looking at the brighter side of life and obviously to drinking more wine while i do that.

Catch you on the flip side
x x x


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