The countdown begins....5 days....

Five days, yes, five days left in this wonderful city.  How are we feeling?  A little overwhelmed with everything that we have to do and everyone we have to say goodbye to.  That, is the hardest part, saying goodbye. No matter how many times I move, it doesn't get any easier.  I build these great relationships with people only to have to let them go and then develop a 'long distance' relationship.  Thank goodness for Facebook and Skype!

Last night we had dinner at a friends.  I taught both their girls, Amber and Lola - lovely girls - blessed to have taught them!  We had the best curry and then played an awesome game.  We had a lot of fun.

The Bird family - lovely!!!

Amber and Lola - beautiful children!

There is so much that I have to do today so my blog post won't be long.  I feel like I am just procrastinating at the moment.

The sky is blue and the weather this week looks exceptional - trust Wellington to give us a final week of glorious sunshine, pristine blue skies and very little wind.

view from bedroom

view from computer desk...see, blue skies.

Today I have to visit the bank, have a meeting with a lady regarding compensation for being in hospital for a month and then not being able to work for a month.  (Hopefully I can claim some money.)  Lots and lots of washing, cleaning, packing, organising, meeting people here and there for last coffees, selling stuff, preparing dinner (takeaway, as all pots and pans are in boxes) and finally trying to organise train tickets and hotels in Europe.

Sad to go - yes, but know too well that we are doing the right thing.  Wellington is great, but health comes first and if my lungs can get well in a nice warm, dry climate then so be it!  I am prepared to let this city go.

Excited about new phase - yes.  We have been given a WONDERFUL opportunity to live and work in an ancient land, rich with culture and language.  I want this part to begin now.  I have had enough of waiting!

Every time I move, this song pops into my head :-)  When I left England the first time, my friend got out his guitar and sang this song to me on Clapham Common.  I suppose it has stuck.

Right, have to go.  I have already spent longer than I thought I would have on this blog post.  I'll try and post again tomorrow.