I was hurtling towards the earth before I even knew that I had lost control. Now I find myself typing up my life story in the far east of Russia, thousands of miles away from the only place I’ve ever called home.
I’ve seen the world. Felt the bitter cold. Been embraced in loving arms and been flung into the unknown, all before I hit 19.
I suppose before I divulge further into this whirlwind of a story I should reintroduce myself.
My name is Lita, once a starry-eyed 17-year-old who pondered about love and the world, now a 19-year-old, forging her way through her the world.
I’m a South African who moved halfway across the globe to one of the coldest country known to man, Russia.
To be flung into the unknown is to reach within yourself and scrape up every bit of your essence and to put it up to a tiny spark then pray it is strong enough to flicker into a fire so bright that it can guide you out.
It’s difficult to explain to what extent my views and opinions of the world have grown and evolved yet remain intrinsically the same.
However I’ll try and perhaps we’ll come to create a different bond with each other, a stronger one.
Part of me would like to say that I am sorry for being tardy to the 2018 wave of writing but I’m not sorry.