I’m about to embark on a life-changing trip. And that can mean only one thing: saying some goodbyes.
I’ve never been very good at goodbyes, even when I know they are only temporary. There is something really soul destroying about knowing I’m not going to be around (physically!) to share in the lives of those I love for a while.
In order to spend some proper quality time with my loved ones, as well as lessen the burden of the final farewell, I decided to have several smaller gatherings rather than having to say bye to everybody I love all at once.
First there was my gorgeous nephew, brother and sister in law, somewhat thrust upon me because they, like me, were departing a little earlier than I would have liked for warmer climes.
Then came a vital night out with the Essex Girls and ‘Husbands Club’…A sneaky spot of tapas with Ashley in the middle of the working day…Supper with Lottie in our favourite secret restaurant above a pub in Clapham…An evening at the theatre with daddy…
A bit of this with Romana…
A lot of this at Jenny and Alex’s…
And it doesn’t stop there. The next fortnight holds in store: a trip to Westfield with Tania, a girls’ night out with the uni girls, a visit to a (no doubt) high class eating establishment with Elliot, an evening with my
second favourite twin, home for a weekend of walking, sorting and talking with my mum, a sleepover with Kate, an after-work drink with Han, some help packing from my bestest, and finally a messy and fear-filled Halloween night out with the work crew before my younger brother accompanies me on my trip to the airport.
Phew! A lot of goodbyes for somebody who doesn’t enjoy goodbyes.
But it will all be worth it for the special ‘hello’ that will be waiting for me at the other end.
More on that later.