I’ve been living in a small African village for almost a year now. Ok, fine, yes I’m exaggerating. Most locals are proud of “The City of Mbombela,” but to me, it’s just a small village in comparison to the kind of city life that I desire. At the end of the day, as with anything, it is what you make of it. To me, Mbombela (formerly known as Nelspruit), is just a small African village.

When I hear the word “city”, I always think of a place with millions of people, skyscrapers, excellent infrastructure, shops that are open 24/7, great nightlife, the ability to basically find anything that you’re looking for, and most importantly; an efficient government. A city is a place where modern services are readily available, and where people accomplish things with ease. According to that definition, my home location for the past year is not a city, but rather a small village. But before I raise any complaints as to why I feel the way that I do, I’d rather focus on what I want and where I want to be…

There are but a few locations on this earth where I really want to live. Number one on that list is New York City; a true city in every sense of the word. In fact, moving there has been one of my main life goals since of March, 2010. Now, I’m sitting here, over four years later, in a small African village, wondering what the fuck I’ve been doing with my life, because I’m nowhere closer to that goal than I was back in 2010. I’ve started wondering if it’s even possible at all, or if it’s just an unrealistic day-dream. But then I remember that anything is possible, and that If I truly want something; I always find a way to get it. Maybe I just didn’t truly want this enough with my whole being? Instead of working towards moving there, I’ve been wasting time in virtual worlds, playing games, slacking off in business, and even moving to this small village where I now live. Say it with me: “WAKE UP DAVID!” Sure, I’ve been a bit depressed and unmotivated, but after discovering that something as simple as regular exercise cures this, I really have no excuse not to achieve this goal.

I am craving that New York City life like you have no idea. I want to wake up in the morning in my skyscraper apartment, overlooking the city on one end, and overlooking central park on the other end. I want to bask in the morning sun on my balcony while sipping fresh Starbucks that I just ordered via my smartphone. I want to hop in the shower with my future boyfriend, get dressed in couture, and then make my way down the elevator and onto the city streets, where my Uber cab will be waiting to take me to my first appointment of the day. I could be having a breakfast meeting with someone I want to interview for my blog or digital magazine, or perhaps meeting a new website or graphic design client over breakfast, to discuss the direction of their brand and what they ultimately want out of their digital media campaign. Or I could be meeting with friends and talking about all the fun we’ve had the weekend before, or gossip about the hot boys we’ve been dating. Then I could head over to my office, spend the morning delegating tasks to my team of designers, developers, and social media experts, and then go on a pre-lunch shopping spree to pick up the latest fashions and tech gadgets for my myself, my boyfriend, my friends, and my employees. I could then have another lunch meeting with friends or a client, and then spend the rest of the afternoon going around town, taking care of all kinds of exciting new business ventures. The evening could be spent having dinner with my boyfriend, maybe hitting the gym, or just taking a time-out to do lazy things around the apartment. Maybe I can’t sleep or I wake up in the middle of the night craving Chinese food. In New York City, that won’t be a problem. There are countless 24/7 food-shops, and I could even send a driver to collect if they don’t deliver. Midnight munchies, sorted. And that’s just one average business day. I picture myself doing much more over weekends or during my days off. I want to meet new people, do business, and travel the world. I want to take up new hobbies, and maybe even start playing a sport. I want to eat exotic foods, and drink exotic wines. I want to fall madly in love and explore the kinkiest things with my partner. I want to live. I want to love. I want to thrive.

You know, I could go on and on like this, explaining what I want out of life. I could probably even write an entire book about it in fine detail, but I’m sure that you get the point. It has just become abundantly clear, that in order to start working towards the kind of life that I desire, I first need to start working on getting the fuck out of this small village. I’ve already taken the first few steps by starting up business again, getting a new passport, and forcing myself out of my comfort zone. Now it’s just a matter of getting focussed on a clear goal, discovering the necessary steps and putting all my love, effort, and energy into taking those steps towards achieving that goal.

Now you may ask; but why New York City? Surely a day in the life that I desire can be lived pretty much anywhere where there is decent infrastructure. Perhaps even local cities such as Johannesburg or Cape Town will suffice. Maybe I should be working towards getting back to Johannesburg, to Sandton, where I lived a couple of years ago. Maybe I should be focussing all my efforts and energy on local business. But to me, changing my focus would be like downgrading my dream and I’m not sure I want to do that. A couple of friends and family members have told me that maybe I should first work towards moving back to Johannesburg, making it big in Africa, and then go over to New York City if I still wish to do so, because it’ll be much easier then. Someone even told me that the only reason I have this obsession with New York City, is because I’m living a simple low-income life in Africa, and that if I were part of the high-earning African elite, I would be so happy with my life here, that I wouldn’t even consider going there. And in their exact words: “Why do you want to go live in a tiny New York apartment when you can have a mansion in South Africa for the same price.” Well, it’s a lifestyle choice. And to be honest, I’d rather have that small New York City apartment while I work towards a larger New York penthouse, or multistory townhouse, than to live in a third world country with a government that is slowly turning it to shit. But that’s a whole other topic. I don’t feel like getting into South African politics now. I’d rather focus on what’s happening in North America, so that I can somewhat soothe my New York City craving.

All I know is that I need to get far away from this dead-end village. I’m craving that New York City life and I want to find a way to get there, live that life, and thrive. And then I want to travel the rest of the world as part of vacationing and expanding my New York City based business to other countries. There has got to be a way to do this. There has got to be a way to live this life. I have the desire, the skill and the passion necessary to do all this. I just have to find a starting point and DO IT. The “why” is clear, I just need to discover the “how.”

Take me to that New York City life! I want it and I want it NOW! xoxo

[ Featured image photography by Ernesto Pletsch ]

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