This weekend saw the start (in my opinion) of the reality of my move across the pond. I have gotten my visa and had my flights scheduled for a month, booked my luggage shipping, sorted accommodation and transport. Ironing out all of the hows? whats? wheres? and whys? has been a full time task since leaving Bath and I haven't had the time (or the inclination) to think about much beyond all of that.
Until now.
Yesterday marked the start of what I am melodramatically referring to in my mind as 'The Long Goodbye.' Y'know, saying my farewells to most of the people I am going to find it hardest to live without seeing for (potentially) another 12 months. First up, the amuse bouche of my au revoir menu, two of my very, very closest uni course mates at one of the girls' houses in Solihull for a spontaneous weekend of adventuring/eating/laughing.
These girls are grade-A nutters. If I didn't know for certain they had both surpassed the entry grades for studying Biochem, I'd half suspect they were a few bases short of a gene: but I also suspect this shared personality flaw is the very foundations for our well-blossomed hoemance.
We truly had the BEST weekend; gorgeous food, tonnes of laughter, plenty of the old banter and staying up nearly all night chatting. And before hugging out our goodbyes on the train station platform earlier this afternoon, they presented me with my very own USA Survival Care Package...
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| I love these girls to pieces *insert soy-sauce tears here* |
In the near future I'll be visiting Bath and Gloucester to say inevitably-teary goodbyes to my long-suffering flatmates, having a sixth-form-reminiscent meal with my Walsall-based friends at my favourite Balti restaurant and bidding farewell to my close, close family and pets with a few days off work in lead up to my leave for Heathrow.
Sadly, I know for certain there are people who I would love to see once more before I go that I just logistically have NO time to get to- which I guess is exactly why Skype/FaceTime was invented!
And so for now, I'm going to continue plotting how I will smuggle my gift of (supposedly) illegal Kinder Eggs onto US turf... living dangerously.
Love love,
Broc xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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