We’ve said the final goodbyes today and now we’re all packed and ready to go. The taxi is booked for 9am tomorrow to take us to the station – us and our 7 cases. That’s going to be fun and games tomorrow getting to Heathrow. I thought it would be fun (for Lauren) to get the train instead of getting a hire car down to Heathrow. That’s a decision I’m sure I’ll regret tomorrow. Us and our 7 cases will be getting a taxi to Retford train station, then the train to Kings Cross, another taxi across to Paddington, and then the Heathrow Express to the airport. I suppose we could have made it even more of an adventure and decided to get the tube to Heathrow but I’m not that much of a sucker for punishment!
I’m not sure how I feel. I should be excited about our first trip to LA tomorrow and then on to Oz to start our new life, but at the moment I just feel a bit numb – the last few days have been a whirlwind.
Rach is sat on the settee still sobbing after just saying goodbye to her family. They came over to spend an hour with us. It was purposefully short – neither Rach or her Mum could have stood it any longer, it was heartbreaking.
I’m glad we’re doing this now while Lauren is only 5 and she doesn’t really understand the enormity of what we’re doing.
So that’s it. Nothing left to say except Farewell England.