Country Bumpkin

I no longer live in Cardiff.

On Saturday afternoon we closed the door on the flat one last time, and drove off into the sunset. After ten years living in Cardiff I have left the building and returned to the leafy countryside. Weird.

Leaving the flat was no problem, but saying goodbye to Ed wasn’t fun. We’ve only known him a year, but in that time, with him lodging in the flat he’s become a good friend and it’s going to be weird not having him around. I know we’ll keep in touch and see each other from time to time, and it’s not like we did everything together, but it’s still sad. I mean, I now have friends who’ve moved away from Cardiff that I see maybe two or three times a year. If you think about it, that means I’ll probably see them somewhere between a hundred and two hundred times again before I die, unless things change. That’s weird. And now, I guess, I’ve entered that class of people, by leaving Cardiff myself.

Uh-oh… Also, I accidentally took Julie’s car keys and purse to work this morning. D’oh!