This morning I have wallowed in self pity as my hungover self tries to regain normal human function.
But what a surprisingly epic and fun night. In fact, I could not have asked for a better send-off from my colleagues, complete with Australian food package from Mrs N (In my hungover state I am devouring the Twisties).
A night out with Meat Loaf blazing, a bottle of vodka and awesome company is a very good night indeed.
I don’t do goodbyes.
Those who are close to me know very well that I don’t cope with them. The thought of saying goodbye to the people I love is making me well up just writing this.
I turn into a puffy, snivelling, blotchy mess, incapable of straining together a coherent sentence.
Because it’s hard. Extremely hard to hug someone that you love and know you’re not going to see them again for a very long time.
So, if you are reading this and get offended that I don’t come and see you before I leave, don’t take it personally.
Chances are I will have just quietly and sneakily left.
Moving to another country requires much preparation. Having been super organised my entire life I’ve never been particularly stressed about big events like this.
However, much to my shock I realised today that there is only 3 weeks left before I move countries. For the first time in my life, I’m not ready.
My clothes need to be sorted, washed and packed. I need to discontinue mail. I need to pack up my books, photos, belongings and 27.5 years of random crap that I have accumulated.
Throw in the obligatory catch-up with friends and I barely have enough time to scratch my bum.
Which is why it is inexcusable that I’ve spent the better part of the evening watching Scrubs, skyping, and reading trashy celebrity gossip.
I feel blessed to have had amazing Grandparents in my life.
Sure, my maternal Grandmother was a bit crazy, but to be fair, all the women on that side of the family are. And my paternal Grandmother (who is actually my step-Grandmother) constantly tries to feed me, but that is part of her culture.
I recently have spend some time conversing a lot with my remaining Grandparents because I know that they are not going to be around much longer, and they are full of such interesting stories and knowledge.
For example I never knew that if you put the drippings from your roast in the fridge, you can scrape the fat off before you turn it into delicious home-made gravy, until Nanna told me.
My Granny’s recipe for steamed pudding is so mouth-watering and I’m happy I took the time to learn it before she passed away, because I’ll be able to make it for my grandchildren one day.
It’s not pleasant thinking about too hard, in fact I have tears welling as I write this, but I’ll really miss my Granny & Pa, and I’ll miss my Grampy and Nanna when they go.
xxx
It is a truth universally acknowledged that there comes a time in every girls life when she must make a life changing follow-your-heart decision.
And recently, this time came for me. And for once, I decided to just do it.
Therefore, in a few short weeks I’m packing up my bags, getting on a plane and winging my way back to London, the city where my heart is.
I’m not sure what came over me, because first and foremost I am a remarkably sensible girl. But the promise of a new life and new adventures was just too alluring for this 27 year old to resist.
So in one short month I’ll be changing my current location on Facebook to London England. And awaiting me is a UK Summer with promises of booze, new friends, old friends (the best kind) and a couple more earth-shattering orgasms.
I can’t wait.
