Room in Rustenburg

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Moved to Rustenburg today.  Elated, I now lie in bed, my laptop on me lap (spoken in an Irish accent).  I woke up at 6am, and got up at 6.30am.  I packed everything into the cars - we took three down to Rustenburg.  At 8.30 we left.  It took approximately an hour to get to Rustenburg from Hartbeespoort.  The single mattress on top of the bakkie that Johnson was driving kept flapping up, and I could see in my mind's eye the string snap and the mattress whacking my windscreen and blinding me, so I kept my distance.  The imagination is a powerful thing.  We arrived safely.  Thanks, God.  

I had bought a new fridge, a new table to eat at, and my mother had lent me her computer table.  Johnson built the single bed together - I used to sleep in this bed when I was a young child, so it is surreal to sleep in it again at 31.  The fact that it broke apart after mother put the mattress on it makes me visualise a night of blissful sleep suddenly disturbed by a banging crash onto the ground, splinters everywhere, myself perplexed, and all because I turned around in my sleep.  

The kitchen cupboards I also bought (amazing what you can get for a car) arrived on time, and they are a perfect match for this place.  White.  What is not so perfect is the red ants, the muggies, the mozzies, the moths, the daddy longlegs, and other unidentifiable flying objects that seem to have no respect for privacy.

Went shopping and spent a whopping R500.00, only to realise all the things I had forgotten, mostly because I did not know where they were stashed away: my pots and pans, my dish rack, my peeler - oh how precious the small kitchen utensils are! - and an iron and board.  But, as my mother said, tomorrow is another day.  
I love Rustenburg.  It is small enough to be a town but big enough to be a city.  It is surrounded by mountains, and its trees are lined with Flame Africa trees.  I have fond memories of Rustenburg because my family and I spent a holiday at the Wigwam Hotel, and I had thoroughly enjoyed it.  And it is close to Sun City, and there is something exciting about that. 

And now for my first night's sleep in my room in Rustenburg...




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