Spring in Johannesburg

This spring reminds me the time when I went to the art school. We were taught to look at the green and see all possible colors. And that was what I did ever since. The world has changed immediately. Nothing was just a simple color - everything has become tainted with the shades and tones, shines and saturations. It was wonderful, of course. I remember those mornings having classes 3 times a week and then going to my normal school. And then music lessons, which I stopped in a few weeks because it was just too much. And it was boring too.
This year, I see so much more in the world: it's both music and shapes, and feelings. Everything is so alive and breathtaking. The greenness (all shades of it). I am thinking how much I am a city girl sitting now at Wits, which is the closest to the city as it could be in Johannesburg. I think I should try to move to Barcelona, whatever university may accept me there. I want the sea and the city together. Also, being closer to my parents should be nice.

Though, after going to Paris, I think I am not that much of a city girl anymore. Memories just tend to show more of the good than the bad. After all, everything is perfect wherever it is.