Yes, well as the song goes 'It's the final countdown....'. My final week at work. When I'm asked about when it is I'm leaving at work I fill the air with a jubilant air punching 'YESSSSS!!! Not long now!' and they look at me with sideways eyes with as if to say 'awright, calm it down'. A slight exaggeration, but not too far from the truth. I'm very happy to swap a sedentary job with groundhog days for a new life and new challenges, but most of all I can't wait to see my husband. Seb has been out in France for two months now and we have seen each other for one weekend during that time and it's been too long. In fact it has felt more like a mini-bereavement. Of course I will miss my friends, but I know that they will be coming to see us and they will understand why I had to go when they visit. It's simply a life I could never have in Britain. I feel we are more ahead of the game.
My friends put on a wonderful leaving party at Dominic's house at the weekend. It was just perfect. Perfect people, perfect weather, perfect food, just wonderful. Dominic and Paolo made wonderful food and John and Tom brought a box of champagne what more could you ask for. I think it has only just dawned on me that this move will affect my friends a lot more than I thought. There is a lot of love with my friends and that is something we all take for granted from time to time, but when something life changing happens it shakes you up a bit and makes you focus on the important stuff. I cherish that love and know that distance won't diminish it.
So, as I write this, it is four more sleeps until I can be with Seb, who I am sure will cling to me like a happy limpet, and something that makes me smile, even now, as I type. La belle vie, j'arrive!!!
