LOOKING out of the window of my London flat, I’m greeted by grey skies, a stark contrast to the azure canvases I grew up with. It’s a familiar sight, yet inherently different, emblematic of the journey I’ve undertaken from the sun-kissed landscapes of South Africa to the bustling streets of London.
As I sip on my tea (Rooibos, obviously), I find myself reflecting on the age-old question: Is the grass really greener on the other side?
The journey from South Africa to the UK has been a