I live in two realities
I woke up this morning, the sky was clear blue and the air was full of buzzing insects. I took Vittorio to School 200m from our house. We walked in the sunshine, 14th street down, 5th avenue and then 15th street. After leaving Vittorio, I picked up the dogs and drove to Delta Park. Good music in my ears, I decided to sing out loud while I was running along the spruit. Max and Svea ran all over the place, so happy to be out and about. After the run, I went back home through Craighall park, Hamilton Road and then first avenue, then 15th street. When Im in the shower I get two watsapp messages they say…
Message: Suspicious vehicle old Toyota. We went for a run this morning around 8:30 (in parkhurst) and this vehicle pulled up close by us. Single b male was very intimidating. Last seen at verity park in Parkhurst
(At 7:45 I walked with my son and more or less passed Verity Park…)
Att hijacking at 133 15th Street Parkhurst, 3bm, 2 confirmed armed with firearms in a white vehicle unknown make and reg, nothing taken, no injuries. No further info
(At 8:45 I drove passed 133 15th Street with my car after the run in Delta park)
These messages are from the from neighbours watch list. They send out things that happen in the area so you can keep an eye out. I didn’t reflect on the messages more than ok- I’ll keep an eye out.
It sometimes feel like I live in a bubble. All these thing happens around me and all I see are blue skies and buzzing insects. I know I take precautions and I always have an eye on my surroundings. If I feel something might not be right, I don’t hesitate. Even now while writing this post, I double checked that the garage door was locked. If I see a suspicious car outside my driveway, I pass and I call the security (happened this weekend). 9/10 its nothing but I never never never take the risk.
I hesitated to write this post, but this is my reality and this blog is about me. Lately I have had no motivation to write, partly because I want to write about my reality. Not about being a mom, being an expat, house wife. I want to write about my reality and I just can’t. I can’t because it is sometimes tough and very different from Sweden. I know crime exists in Sweden but I think you know what I mean. I can’t write about it because I don’t want to worry anyone especially my family. And this is putting a wet cloth over my motivation.
So I had to write this short post, I just had to. Its not much but it made me a bit happier. And from now on I will try to add a small taste of Joburg reality, an not only the good stuff. I love Joburg to bits and I will keep writing about its amazing entrepreneurial spirit, its pulse and the PEOPLE. But I will also add a small part that stings because that is my reality, something I live with 24/7.