Feeling Sentimental

This room was my study, my workroom, my go to. No desk now, no sofa, no shelves with my many books. It’s the room I spent hour after hour pouring over journals and texts, revising and completing my dissertation for my second degree I achieved 3 years ago. It’s the room our old border collie would come and sleep at my feet as I worked. It served me well.

Tomorrow is the end of a chapter

Still a stupid amount to do before we complete and hand the keys over!! .