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You prepare endlessly for goodbyes, and when they come the moment cheats you and slips past without you really being able to understand it.
All of a sudden I was slamming the van door and hugging my mum and slipping on wellies and smelling fresh pine.
"Home" is a complex word now. Home is always in-between cities, holding train tickets, sandwich boxes and texting, "See you soon!"
P.S. Here is a video of our tree-picking exploits.