Norwich

Each trip to Norwich gets tougher and tougher now. There’s an air of inevitability about everything…which for me is very exciting on the one hand, but it’s tough when I go to visit my Nan (who is 83), and know that there is the possibility that she might not be around the first time I come home once I move out to Australia. And of course I don’t even know exactly when that would be. As each visit passes and each time I get back on the train to London, I wonder when the next time I make that trip, see those places and the people in them will be.

Also, it’ll sound really corny but I seem to notice couples more when I’m out and about, and noticeably more so in the past month or two. I’m excited about having that again…just wandering around the shops, going on day trips, long weekends, or even just lounging around at home if we fancy a lazy day. I’m craving new experiences and new opportunities with new people in a new place, but also new adventures with one particular person who is responsible for pretty much all of my happiest memories so far.

My birth certificate went off to the Australian High Commission this week, the police check should come through in the next couple of weeks, and I’m having my medical next Saturday (in Harley Street don’t you know… check me out). From there, I’d be pretty surprised if the visa isn’t sorted by the end of April. And then there’s May to start making real plans, or to continue laying the foundations for them depending on when my actual departure date will be.

I’m imagining leaving the country at the very end of June, maybe the very beginning of July. I guess it depends mostly on my notice period at work and whether I’m allowed to cut it down using my outstanding holiday entitlement. It’s actually going to be quite tough leaving there as I’m a loyal person, but this is about much more than work…