If a younger, skinnier version of myself (see below) was asked if she would consider a move to London, the answer, quite simply, would have been, “No”. Cape Town is perfectly suited to the young and skinny. I remember spending entire summers in my early twenties on Clifton 4th (and later 2nd) beach – reapplying sunblock all day and yet still turning a burnt ombre shade of brown, eating granadilla lollies, hanging out with friends, making new ones, literally hashtag #livingthedream. As the sun set we would make our way home (in my hot Citi Golf), wash the salty residue from our skin and head out to dance the night away. Life could not have been more perfect.