I survived....

After spending three years walking in and out of the Regent Street office - I walked out for the last time (sounds so dramatic!) yesterday. I was touched to see so many friendly faces and I will miss working there. I even managed to get a few good drunken hugs (I am a sucker for a good hug!) How does it feel to be out of what the french call " la vie active". I guess I will tell you on Monday when everyone goes to work and I don't (inward gasp!).

Leaving London is an odd one. Having lived here for the past 5 years, I have grown accustomed to many things: god awful public transport, drinking standing up, seeing Big Ben every so often, people apologising when you bump into them (I like that one!), being able to go for a drink after work without it being planned 2 weeks in advance, an efficient and stimulating working environment....i could continue. But the point is that I have been in my comfort zone (and a good one at that!).

So now what? Well, the first thing I will need to do is adapt to a life without structure. What am i doing on Tuesday? Dunno. On October 27th ? Dunno. Apart from Christmas day (which I can predict we will wearing crowns and opening presents), the next 6 months will be completely structure-less. Am i excited? Yup but at the same time I am feeling disconnected. It's odd.

Ok, I still have a lot of packing to do (moan) and Sunday will be spent doing some lastminute shopping (woohooo...thanks for the vouchers!) . My flight leaves on Monday evening. I hope my parents don't forget to empty the trunk of the car before picking me up from the airport. I don't fancy sitting with my bags on my lap during the drive home (yes, it's happened many times before!).