Lots about me

This is my life story, in little chunks, to be expanded as time allows for it to be written, and as more of it occurs (lots more I hope).

5 May 2013

I am a city girl. For the moment, this is how I define myself. There is a strong likelihood that this would not have been the case if I hadn't actually been born in the city at Sandton Clinic hospital, in Johannesburg, in 1992 as Apartheid seemed to be crumbling. In all honesty though, it took a lot longer than one year, so whenever this year is mentioned, it's kind of irrelevant.

I now live in a town that doesn't have it's own airport, there is no McDonald's, there is no Woolworths Food. There is basically only one restaurant to get Chinese food. As far as franchise restaurants go, there is pretty much only one of each. This place is pretty small. Being here showed me just how much I am a city girl. Maybe I'm a little materialistic, or maybe I just prefer the culture where a lot of the people are materialistic, but I like to have access to luxury things. To illustrate my point: I love shopping at Sandton City, the mall with all the designer shops, but I don't know that I have ever bought anything there, really. I love the shops, but I can't realistically afford to be a part of it, because it's just a bit much. Think: Macklemore ft. Ryan Lewis' Thrift Shop.

My gran lives on a farm in England, and she chides me for the way I am sometimes: but hey, if I can get away with not having to walk around animal manure, I'd be happy. It's just one of those things that's not entirely necessary, so why should I endure that unpleasantness? She says I'm pathetic. I choose to be, though, and I think that is the difference. I don't have to be all squeamish on the farm, but it's just so much more convenient and cleaner.

I grew up with my mom and dad for only a short period of my life. He left and my parents remarried. His new wife was very involved in horses, so I got my first horse who I named Genie, but who no one ever called Genie, which I found mean and I couldn't understand. Mom remarried as well, and my family grew. When I was seven, both my parents had sons, James from my mom and stepdad, and Taegan from my dad and stepmother. My dad left stepmother #1 shortly after that.

I attended an all-girls, Catholic primary school, even though my family is far from Catholic (well, not that far: my gran is very involved in the Church of England in the UK, and I was Christened as an Anglican in South Africa when I was very little: I screamed).

Primary school ended up being, for me, what high school is for most other people. I ended up being friends with the rebellious group in my grade, and, for some reason, they wanted life a whole lot sooner than everyone else. When I was in Grade 5 (11 years old), a girl in my group of friends made a comment as we walked through the high school students: "I wonder how many of these girls are virgins? I want to beat them to it." She was a charmer, as you can see. My other friends came from backgrounds where you could almost expect nothing less from them: alcoholic parents, drug addict parents and siblings, and one whose older sister was onto her second pregnancy before she had even reached her final year of school. As you can imagine, these "friends" of mine were keen to start smoking and drinking and partying, and there was me: "I love Harry Potter :/ ". (I loved Harry Potter so much that I named my cat after him. But I think I'll elaborate on my love for this literature at a later stage).