The only thing I own

A friend spontaneously invited me to his holiday house in Knysna, a beautiful seaside place about five hours away from Cape Town, along the scenic Garden Route. And how could I possibly say no to the fresh sea breeze, an amazing house on Thesen Island, the company of two great South Africans, boat rides in the sunset and some of the greatest food and wine this country has to offer.

I caught myself thinking I was in a fairy tale. As if I had stepped into someone else’s life. And in a way, I had.

But every now and then the tickling sensation in the corners of my mouth reminded me that these thoughts and feelings are real.

And they’re mine.

The only thing I own.