Euphoria. Cheesy grins and gyrating hips greeted me at the District’s hip-hop night on my first weekend in Cape Town. My senses were flooded when I was approached by kind, probably tipsy, strangers, blaring music with base-filled beats and assorted levels… More
No experience I’ve had before July 29 could have prepared me for the journey I am embarking. The four months ahead of me will be filled with twists and turns that stretch far beyond my knowledge and understanding. What would it be like to study abroad?… More
Time is a concept rarely taken seriously when we’re young because we feel as if we have so much of it. Only when we don’t want something to end does mortality start to make sense and suddenly its all we can think about. Each absence between blog posts… More
If there’s one lesson I’ve learned very quickly while living in South Africa, it’s that nothing in the States compares to here. Sure, things are similar and the name may be the same, but they are definitely NOT the same thing. My first experience was… More
Benjamin Franklin once said, “History will kind to me, for I intend to write it”. Victors and successors have always been the ones to write the history books and that is no different here in Cape Town. For decades during apartheid blacks, coloureds, and… More