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!!!
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Hi guys,
I hope you're still on a high from the reunion. Seb, While stephen was here we could still make believe you were around - just busy - but now he's gone - time to face the truth. You're gone, but it's good to know it's on to greener pastures (literally). We wish you nothing but good things and one thing's for sure you're not going to be troubled by boredom for the next decade. Is the pool going in the playgroound or the pasture? Please make it reachable from one top windows of the house: instant dip of a morning. London is the lesser for your absence, but we'll cope. Stephen, John is coping well. He's holding auditions for a new best friend - he's supplying the glasses, peroxide and teeth, we're having problems with the height, as you'd expect with hobbits still raking it in on the back of Tolkein's ring! London is hot, sticky and steamy and the mercury is rising, Gay Pride at the weekend followed by Gay Shame (hardly original). We'll raise a glass to you and your new life and send you love with which to build your dreams.
Tom xxx (Wearing hobbit wig as I type)
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