Well, it’s done and dusted – the London chapter is finally over. Today the removal van collected all of the stuff from the flat down there and should deliver it up here in Liverpool within the next few days. Hopefully.
It feels a bit weird that after two years down in the big smoke, I actually left in kind of a hurry. I’d got round to feeling that London was home, however temporarily – it just turned out that it was more temporary than I expected.
It’s like a few years ago when I good friend announced he was off to the ‘States for a while and we were all meant to go to the pub the night before he left. I think I turned up late for whatever reason and only got to see him for a short while. It wasn’t until a week or two later when I thought to myself that I hadn’t said goodbye properly. It brought back all the times we’d gone out or played footie in the park and I missed that more than I thought I would. It feels a bit like that with London.
Coincidentally the same friend is one of those I’m leaving behind in London – along with my cousin and a few other folk who I’ve come to play footie with in Hyde Park. And, to be honest, I was quite fond of the flat in South Ealing, too – all of the friends mentioned above were in close proximity and the surrounding area was quite nice compared to the other places I’d stayed in London. Heck, even walking through the cemetry didn’t seem so bad after I’d done it for a month or so. And the Corriander Leaf – man, that was a good Indian restraunt!
Ah well, onwards and upwards I suppose – I’ll be up for another night out in Liverpool later this evening. My cousin is on the train up here now, along with my girlfriend, so at least I’ll have some semblance of continuity in my life for the first time in weeks. By the end of next week I’ll have the furniture where it should be and most of the stuff unpacked… should be settled in by the end of the month.
In no time at all I’ll be ready to do it all again when our time is up in this flat.