Last night, I dreamed of Africa.
I dreamed I was on an overlander tour, and evidently had no idea where I was… but things started looking familiar. So, I asked. And it turns out, we were near Hwange Natl Park. I got terribly excited, and begged to be able to stop at Miombo, and quickly gave directions to get there.
And it was absolutely awesome. I got to see Nathan & Kailos… Simon & Gladys… all of the kitchen staff & groundspeople & housekeepers and I was simply so excited to see them that I could barely connect words together.
And then I woke up, and was obviously NOT in Africa, and hell, even the Zimbabwean art that has graced my walls for the last little while has been taken down and carefully packed so that I can move. So, I snuggled with my dog and wished I could dream of Africa…
My savings are still pretty depleted at the moment. I think I’ve got … like, $100 in my savings account. Woo-boobly-hoo. I desperately want to go back, but god knows I’m terribly financially irresponsible, and getting there is going to be hard. I don’t have RRSP’s to cash in this time around, nor do I know of any windfalls coming my way. And… in the last few months, thoughts of Africa have been sliding further and further away as I think of more immediate things I want to spend my hard earned cash on. Like moving, for instance.
But… I really, really need to knuckle down and start saving. I won’t forgive myself if I don’t.