Well in one hours time we set off for our new life.
Good-bye Llanfuckwit.
Good-bye Ammanford.
Good-bye Carmarthenshire.
Good-bye Wales.
Well… good-bye UK!
I can honestly say I’ve loved living here. I’ve had the greatest four years here with all the different experiences we’ve had.
My last year here has been fantastic. I worked with some wonderful people who really made my job a pleasure and not a chore.
I’m going to miss it around here.
I’m going to miss the foster kids and fostering as a whole.
I’m going to miss the house even though she’s falling down.
I’m going to miss my mountain even though I’m moving to other ones.
I’m going to miss the National Park even though I spent more time driving through it than appreciating it.
I’m going to miss the over-grown garden that on wet days made me feel alive and as though I were living in a rain forest.
I’m going to miss cursing at the neighbours even though I suppose if I’m honest they didn’t deserve it.
I’m going to miss picking the kids up from school. I’m going to miss avoiding Chip & Anna in the post office because I hate them and she opens the post!
I’m going to miss smiling at Malcolm just to watch him recoil in horror.
I’m going to miss the river when it’s really high and the noise from the torrent fills my soul.
I’m going to miss the river when it’s really low and I can paddle and play with the dogs.
I’m going to miss everything about living here but I know we’re doing the right thing.
I’m not going to miss any of my family or friends because we’ll be back over to see everyone and everyone will be over to see us and it’s going to be great!
Deep down though… I am going to miss you. Very much.
But I’m still going.
See ya!
