And so the adventure begins...
It’s been less than two weeks since we arrived in South Africa and I can barely remember our last month in England.
It was a blur of teary goodbyes, last days of pre-school and playdates, crate training our dog, packing, more packing, and movers loading up our container.
I didn’t have the time to visit any of our favourite places, or sit quietly and think on all the things we had done with our lives in the UK, or savour the love I have for the place and people we have called home for so long.
Our very last day was a flurry of doing things for the last time.
The last load of laundry, the last dog walk, the last goodbye to special friends.
It was packing suitcases and weighing them to the last milligram, cramming in all the things we’d need to hit the ground running on a farm, and it was all rather eerie for me - I was ending one life and starting another amongst the chaos and I couldn't say goodbye.
When we walked out of our home for the last time, with tears streaming down my face, I realised that England was the house that built me.
I will never forget that moment - the song ‘Carry On’ by Fun came on my iTunes – the lyrics still ring in my ears… “if you’re lost and alone, or you’re sinking like a stone, carry on. May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground. Carry on” - and it was the most perfect farewell to our life in the UK I could have asked for.