‘Twas the night before our great adventure . . . during the day, travelling in trains allowing the whole gaggle of goodbyes to ruminate, I had a little epiphany. Our life of goodbyes is difficult for others, not just us. I know. I bleat about the obvious. But sometimes I am so focussed on my emotions that I become selfish and not think about others. Until saying farewell to my dear mum – again – this morning and our tears . . . our life of goodbyes is the compromise in our nomadic choice of living, but I had been so wrapped up in our feelings of parting and then our next adventure, I had given little thought to others and how they deal with us coming and going to and from their lives.
So, to you all that we’ve hugged, kissed and discreetly wiped our noses on- I thank you for putting up with us . . . au revoir.