It's not a farewell, just a see you later later

My purple luggage is packed and ready to be found overweight. All that is left to add to that weight is my toothbrush and face cream. Then I speed off to the airport, sit snug for 15 hours of flying, transit and flying again. London, are you ready for me? Am I ready for you?

To all those that made my last few days in SA especially special, my deepest heartfelt thank you. (S.o, The Gang, Skanky, S.O's mum and dad, the Brother and Sister Person and so many others)I miss everyone already and I am still at home! For all those special trinkets and pressies, it will warm my heart on the coldest of days when I long for all that is familiar and cosy.

My S.O, what words can describe how my heart bleeds and aches right now? You have been at my side for the past seven years almost everyday. How do I get used to that vacant space next to me? How do I get used to not putting my head on your shoulder? How do I not cuddle up next to you while watching TV? How am I to be without you? Please remember, always, there is someone thinking about you and loving you every minute of the day in far off London. And yes, we will do a whirlwind tour of Amsterdam when you get there and well, you know...

See you all soon, very soon. Blessed be...