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Today is my last day in my current neighbourhood. It's funny because I've been so desperate to move away from this part of town, and only ended up living back here for the last 3 years due to various different circumstances beyond my control. Yet as I walked to and from work today, doing the oh so familiar route for the last time I felt a pang of nostalgia.
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| Goodbye number 41 |
This morning I left my house at the same time every day at 7.30am and passed the tall, grey haired man waiting outside for his gentleman friend. I see these people every day - we nod or smile but never exchange words. I've always wondered about their relationship. Are they brothers or lovers or friends? I'll never know and that will probably be the last time I ever see them.
When I walked home from work, I went into the Co-op and got served by the same frowning, uninterested girl who always serves me. I felt a sense of warmth towards her, and tried to catch her eye...but of course today was just another day to her, and I just another customer.
I walked past the butchers that I never ventured into but always wondered how on earth they kept trading when they never had customers. I passed the charity shop that I've stumbled across many a bargain in, and thought fondly of the grumpy women who work in there. I thought about the tattoo shop that's now been replaced with another estate agents and the launderettes where I discovered services washes when my washing machine broke down and how I was completely gobsmacked by the precision folding of my laundry on return. I smiled at the local hairdressers where the cuts weren't all that great but the warmth of the staff and the little old ladies that frequented it made it all ok.
I walked up the street where the man with long dreads live with about 5 dogs. He's always walking about and yelling at people and I always wonder who he is and what's his story?
I turned into my road and walked towards my flat. This is the last time I'll walk this way. I came home to my lovely housemate who I've lived with for the last 2 and a half years and I felt sad. Sad but a good kind of sad.
I felt sad because I'm leaving all of this behind and it's good I feel that way. It means it meant something to me and it was important.
Goodbye lovely flat - you've been good to me. You've been a safe haven when times were tough and I'll never forget you.
So now onwards....to a new chapter in my life and boy am I excited.

























