Day 61/62 Time is just about up

There was a joke last night. Jon joked 'wouldn't it be strange if your parents house had sold whilst you've been away'. And when I pulled up outside my parents, it had. (This was taken this evening).

Apparently, all going well they will be in Devon before the end of October.

Today is my last full day in the UK for nearly a year as I leave first thing tomorrow morning for a new country, a new life, a new direction maybe. Everything changes.

But more than me leaving is the little thing bugging me; I'm never coming back here. When I get back, nearly everything I know will have changed. You see, I've always lived close to my parents, their base was as much as my base as well (heck, I only lived across the road). My place across the road has long since gone, but now it's the place where I grew up going as well. Everything that tied me to New Malden will be gone in a few weeks.

When you leave for somewhere new, you always have that place you can return to. Almost an anchor. So whatever challenges the new place holds, you have somewhere you came from which you can hold onto. But not this time. Anchor is being pulled up.

So tonight I'm in a very strange place. Everything changes tomorrow. Going to feel very adrift for a few weeks. (Which is an odd thing to say when I've been traveling for the last 8 weeks and barely spent nights in the same place).

8 years of waiting for a life with K coming to an end.