Let’s Start at the Very Beginning…

Hey there Fancy Pantses.  It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps some readers, new and old (and all awesome) may not have seen Ameezing’s ‘About’ page.  The story of this story.  How Ameezing came about.  So, without further ado, here it is:

Hello dear reader, I’m Camilla.  I was 20 when I moved to Johannesburg with nothing but a lumpy mattress and a yellow desk.

It was love at first sight.

Sometimes smoggy, always gritty, a little bit graphiteed, tree-lined love – at first sight.

I was fascinated by where this city’s energy came from.  An energy it seemed to inhale and exhale as the sun rose and dipped again.  It was exhilarating and frightening and completely wonderful.

Joburg, You Heartbreaker, You

One day, a year or two ago, I sat down and wrote a love letter to Joburg.  A letter of joy and frustration and gratitude.  As my fingers tap-tapped across the keyboard, every word felt like hearing my favourite song.  Like the sun on my skin.  Like a bowl of strawberries waiting on the sunny kitchen counter.  Magic.

I had discovered writing.  Writing as a way of sharing, exploring, seeing, being.  It was love at first sight.  Again.  And good gravy, it was fun.

Life. And Bicycles. And Tina Fey.

In between all the Joburg lovin’, I realised that I also wanted to have a chinwag about things like skull necklaces, D.I.Y, ameezing friends looking pretty, collective nouns, dark chocolate, braveness, dress-up parties, pizza vending machines, bicycles and Tina Fey.  These posts and all of their equally motley friends became the twinkling icing on this here blog cake.

Love. Actually, Love And Other Stuff.

One day, I wrote about being divorced.  After finishing the piece I sat and stared at it for a very long time, 3 cups of tea long, thinking that I was never actually going to press ‘Publish’.  Only women much bolder than me spoke about these things with such honesty.

But then, in a moment of braveness, I sent it off into the world of published posts.  And holy panda’s toenails, I’m so glad I did.  After that, braveness was like air around here.  I wrote about babies, not having babies, loving being single, hating being single, wanting babies, running into exes, dating in your thirties, not dating in your thirties, babies, speed dating and being inspired by old people love.

Every one of these posts still takes courage.  But I’ve realised that it’s the posts that make your heart pound that also make you feel most alive.

Eleven years after moving to Joburg, I still have that yellow desk.  It’s where I write.

 

PS. We’re not twitter friends yet?! Madness.


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Comments

  1. CousinRobyn says:

    Brilliant! Love all the honesty. Nice recap too :) xx

  2. Milly says:

    Glad to be reading, even though I’m late to the party.

  3. Ms. Ameezing says:

    Hey CousinRobyn, hugsies x
    Milly, you’re not late, you’re right on time! x

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