Where the Wind Carried Me
Where the Wind Carried Me It’s strange to read old words and realise how much life has quietly shifted since then. Back then the wind felt like it was pushing me forward, whether I was ready or not. Now, looking back, I see it wasn’t pushing at all. It was guiding. Life does that sometimes. It rearranges things while we’re busy trying to hold them still. The caravan days have faded into memory for now — not lost, just packed away like well-travelled suitcases waiting for their next adventure. Life has settled me into a different rhythm for the moment. One where mornings have a routine, familiar faces greet me every day, and I’ve found a place where my heart feels useful again. But the biggest change wasn’t the practical things. It was something far more unexpected. Sixteen years of friendship has quietly turned into something deeper. Willem and I have shared the same roads for a long time — bike clubs, braais, laughter, life stories told over many years. Somewhere along the way, withou...
