And then reality kicks me in the teeth..

I now think of Cape Town in the same way that they portray Bangkok in the Hangover2: "Bangkok has him now, and she'll never let him go". It seems like once Cape Town has you, there is also no escape..

What on earth made me think that living our dream will be so easy? Like we will just pack up our belongings, bundle our cat and dog into the car and drive into the sunset (or at least on the highway, OUT of the City!). Who the hell were we kidding? At least it was fun while it lasted, that euphoric feeling that I had from Wednesday evening right through to Friday afternoon when our dream came crushing down. Yes, you've guess it, after great consideration and discussions with several parties, my boss said no. No can do.

At this precise moment, I am not sure what we are going to do and how we will go about making the best out of this situation. But really, bring on the challenge! Being disappointed and let down several times in my life made me tough. If I bare my soul to you and you make light of my situation, you hurt me. I might cry a little and sulk a wee bit, but eventually I will just be p*ssed off and the stubbornness that hides within me will surface and I will get to where I want to go.

Oh, and while I'm venting. I'm really angry at that little Lilipie widget in the corner. Today it stands on 9 months and 2 days that we've been waiting and the little baby seems to be falling into the nest already! Like really? Don't they know it sometimes takes longer than 9 months - were not pregnant - we're adopting! And what makes me much more angry is the fact that I'm scared to death that we'll get "The Call". I've been wishing and waiting for the last 9 months to get "The Call" and now I'm like pleading: "Please not now, just give us a month or 2 until we are settled or at least until we have a plan!". It makes me feel ungrateful and scared that if I ask that out loud, that our baby might never come...