Strange times…

So here we are, the last few days of June. Midsummer’s day came and went, as did demi-Christmas (making my favourite festival nearer than it is far away…), and life is proving topsy turvy, to say the least. Finishing up at one school, and preparing to start at another one is giving me a bit of a mushy head at times – my life is lousy with to do lists and plans and packing schedules and new names and faces. Exciting times…but strange too.

A whole host of “lasts” have rounded up on me…my last proper boarding duty in the house with the girlies…my last rounders match (we won! Yay! :-))…and I’m just about to go head off for my last Saturday morning school. Last night was the first of the farewell meals, a giant curry get -together after our leavers revue. And as happy and excited as I am for the move and the change that London’s going to bring, I’m also all too aware how much I’m going to miss my friends and the children here. I’ve had a marvellous four years here, I just hope I will enjoy school # 2 as much. Next week gets even crazier with goodbyes and events and I just know I’m going to cry at some point. Strange times…

The move to London is definitely at the best time for Matthew and I though. Sad as it is, I miss him an awful lot when we’re apart, and I can’t wait till the time apart becomes the exception, rather than the rule. Yes, living in the same place, same space is going to prove challenging at times, but I’m ready for it. I feel like I’m a better person, a happier person when I’m close to him. Yeah, feel free to gag at that last statement…but it’s true! Exciting, different, wonderful, strange times…

The King of Pop passing away. It broke Thursday night, as I was sat in the sitting room with Matthew, Dave, Assiz (my flatmates to be) and Chloe (a girl who’s crashing there until I arrive), watching the news. It still wasn’t confirmed when I went up to bed. Friday morning, I got on the tube to head north and every paper facing me was blaring the news. I think it’s really sad – he was such a tragic figure, and just a musical genius. I grew up dancing to his music with my friends, singing songs in choirs, with his music everywhere. On the soundtrack to my childhood, Michael Jackson would be a major feature. Strange times…

Right, time to get out the door to school – may your weekends be fun, and just strange enough to keep things interesting!

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  1. fingersandtoes
    27th June 2009 / 7:07 am

    In New Zealand we have a celebration called Midwinter Christmas. Because Christmas falls in summer in NZ, we feel a bit cheated so celebrate it in winter too!

  2. Wiwille
    27th June 2009 / 1:43 pm

    I wish you the best of luck in the move.

  3. Jon
    27th June 2009 / 3:54 pm

    My wife and I lived in two different cities for the first eight months we were together. Sometimes you just know when something is worth it.It is a lot nicer when the time apart becomes an exception!

  4. Riot Kitty
    27th June 2009 / 6:41 pm

    My best friend and her boy live 6 hrs apart – so I'll give them your example 🙂

  5. Sparkling Red
    28th June 2009 / 1:28 am

    Even good changes can be stressful. But – it'll be so worth it! I wish you all the best.

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