Perceptible September

It is hard to believe how fast the last few weeks have been, cliche I know. However, the rotation of the hands on the clock seems to slow down everytime I stare at it waiting for the next three days to pass, take that for a juxtaposition.

I know for a certain fact - although obviously reliant on the health of my family and the traffic - that I will have moved into my Second Floor Flat this time on Wednesday. Probably in a state of half unpack and attempting to give all my earthly belongings a home for the next year.

Cardiff calls, rather loud and clear.

Everything at home has started up again: school, church, Brownies. It feels odd to be involved for a few hours in these things for the last couple of weeks, only to be turning my back on it all for new beginnings. I've waved hello and now vanishing in a poof of Welsh smoke, away from all those familiar faces.

It's been good to catch up with the rest of Preston though, even if it is now a swift exit.

All left to pack now is some clothes and my desktop.
Goodbye Preston, see you at Christmas.