Hot In The City (Part 3)

From a haunted room to a haunted house to, "this little Foxx's." making his way to the city.

I had finished school and it was time for me to leave the hill and venture out into the world.  College here I come. 

Moved to Durban and into the city. Shared a place with my cousin.

I remember one night I had thought to myself "I can't believe this is happening." I went through many struggles and things like getting a tertiary education was not really in my parents budget plan. Leaving home was very important to me. Not that I wasn't grateful to my parents or anything, but I was a very different little Foxx and my little home town was not going to cope with me. I was Indian, South African, gay and goth to name a few queer things. Leaving home was like a journey to explore myself and what the rest of the world had to offer that the old farm town didn't have. The sky was the limit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=PinBVYKQGeM

So here i was...on a mid summer night, sleeping in a tall city apartment at the top floor. It was really hot and humid in the tiny place, in the not so safe city. The windows were open and a gush of wind came through. The curtain danced with wind allowing flashes of blue light to come through from the near-by building lights of the Royal Hotel.  The city sang a low rumble song reminding me that it was alive, that there were places to go, things to do, faces to place identities too and who knew what else was to come.

I had made my way sure enough but like all shiny metals...they can rust with Durban salty sea breeze.  Things we're not working out between my cousin and I...my parents weren't paying the rent on time and things we're like a cat on a hot tin roof. I had also fallen for a guy that just couldn't do commitment and college was getting too costly and so I wasn't keeping up. The days grew darker and the summer was melting the butter that nobody refrigerated.

Creaky handles down the hallways of my bedroom, to a new home where things went bump at night to the city apartment and it was all slowly fading again, slipping from my hands like trying to catch smoke using my paws.

So i had to move out and did a bit of travelling to and from the farm town to the city everyday. Tiring!?! it sure was....but the tiredness was to lead me to my next home...