If you wait patiently good things will come, trust me! Sometimes you just need to sit back and let fate be as it was destined to be. Who would’ve thought that today I will be the happiest girl alive? No, Sebastian and I haven’t fixed things yet, but yes we are along those paths.

But still who would’ve thought I would be this happy? I mean just a few weeks ago I was drowning in the depths of a depression. And this week… well, let’s just say this week keeps getting better and better. I actually don’t recall a period in my life when things were as smooth sailing as they are now. Now I can say publicly that I’m almost stress-free…

Well, I guess it’s true that after a storm comes a time of great serenity. Obviously, the storms in my case would be all the drama of last semester. However, I won’t spoil my day by reminding you of those dark memories of last semester bcoz they are where they belong – in my past. A mere thought about them makes me shiver with dread – and you don’t want that today.

Well, guess what… no storm lasts forever. And it seems the storms of my life have passed! Things in my life are starting to go as I want them to go. In fact, they are going so well I’m even starting to suspect foul play! This kind of easy-come scares me a bit – I’m not used to it. I’m used to sweating my ass off for things to go my way. I mean, how do you explain mom just softening out of the blue and suggesting that I should move in with Tee? Yes, exactly, it seems too good to be true!

I thought she would never allow it!

I’m even starting to wonder if I had done something to deserve this generosity. But I’ve done nothing, absolutely fuck all! Nonetheless, I knew this was coming. The signs were there.

The other day I came back late from Tee’s place. You know how we girls are, once we start talking it becomes impossible to stop and before we knew it, it was already late… (Well, not really late, but late for time-freaks like my mom who do not believe in the concept of African Time).

“Why don’t you just pack everything that is yours and stay there instead? Anyways, you spend more time with her than us,” she was not shouting as I had expected her to. I had expected her to yell at me and remind me what a disappointment of a daughter I am. She had asked me to babysit Sim (“I’m not a baby mom,” Sim had said). I thought maybe it was because she was in a hurry and when she came back I wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“I so wish I could,” I said rolling my eyes, my words heavily embedded with sarcasm.

“Be careful what you wish for – it might just come true,” she said. And before I could say what I would do and wouldn’t do if that wish ever came to exist, she was already out of the door, laughing. She was probably laughing at the dumbfounded look I had on my face.

A bit of investigative journalism on Sim didn’t get me anywhere either. He never seems to know anything nowadays!

But I knew there was something more on her statement. My mom never says things just for the sake of saying them. And there’s one thing about me, I never miss hints, not if I can help it. I have a strong gut-feeling, and when my instinctive radars start bleeping I just know I’m on to something. Ever since then I’ve been crossing my fingers hard, hoping hard and praying so steadfastly that even bible study teachers would use me as an example of how others should pray!

And finally today she ‘sat’ me down to talk about the dangers of living away from home. You know, the usual stereotypical nonsense about teenagers experiencing with alcohol and sex when they finally escape the clutches of strict parents.

I stopped her in the middle of her ‘talk’. She was going too far. Trust me; it is really embarrassing to talk about sex and contraception with your mom; even far worse than sharing a glass of wine with her. Besides, I could no longer contain myself; I just wanted to confirm what I already knew was coming. I asked her if what I thought (knew) she was going to say was what she was about to say.

My journalistic attempts (Google search histories on my mom’s laptop) had, by that time, already revealed to me: ‘how to deal with empty nest syndrome as a single parent’ (and many others).

She looked at me and nodded. What pleases me even more is the fact that I didn’t have to do anything at all. I didn’t push or coax her to do it – she just felt she wanted to do it; out of the pureness of her heart, as she said.

So here’s to a million thousands of fun. Here’s to a good time yet to come. But mom, being her usual pessimistic self, believes that homesickness will hit me so hard I won’t even know what hit me. I know better than to listen to her. I just laughed and assured her that home won’t be too far.

“If the longing for home is too strong I’ll just drive down here and I’m sure you’ll be happy to have me,” these words produced the exact reaction I had expected: the timeless beautiful of my mother. She went on to tell me about how the door will always be open for me and that if I ever need her I shouldn’t hesitate to call.

And as they say – the rest is history. We just need to finalize a few things with Tee’s landlords but that is not something big. Whoop! Whoop! I will be moving out soon.

ZZ xxx

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