Well actually I did. My girl wrote a beautiful card, my family were there to see me go, my beautiful people made sure I left with love. And I did!
I thought the leaving would be OK, a little sad but all good. But I was wrong, it was hard. Partially driven by my own insecurities about “what the fuck have I done” and also the surrealism of it all? But mainly because I was leaving my family for the longest I've been away from them since ever.
From the day to day of work/life that I’ve been living since I started work (for real) over 23 years ago (I actually started doing holiday and weekend 'work' when I was 10) to now hoping on a jet plane to travel across the other side of the world and go exploring in a country with a whole different language (which I can’t speak, “un carfee sil view plays?") and a significant cultural shift (I was the only person of non African descent in the street at one stage). It’s OK Jim, I haven’t started crying for the tent in Sparrow Farm Road yet??
I know I’m going to miss all my family and friends (don’t cry fool), but thanks to this internets thingy I can keep in touch and have the feelings and comfort of home just a wifi password away!
So make sure you all keep in touch too please!
Love you all.