Neurodiverse Georgia Peach transplanted to Cape Town, the most beautiful city in the world
I sometimes feel as if my life is just an endless round of the same activities, my own personal Groundhog Day. Wake at 6, up at 6.30, try to leave by 7 (but always leave later), spend ages in traffic, walk to my office, work for 9-10 hours, walk to car, drive home, cook dinner, …
It's funny the things we remember and the things we forget about a place from our past. I had forgotten how green England is. I had forgotten the experience of the variety of so many dialects of the same accent all swirling around me. I had forgotten just how many women are victims of the …
Kitten in the City 