Last day in London was lovely; the weather was great, autumn temperature, but nice sunshine; going for breakfast/brunch at the St Pancras station - and realising for the first time the great new layout, the light and condition of the whole thing; going for me-time treatments and shopping (minor and always items that I would be able to carry on the pockets of my luggage), finding a shorter route from Regent Street to Shaftesbury Avenue (it does take me 8 years to find out those things); watching Away We Go and loving it; meeting for drinks in Marylebone High Street (after an “episode”); saying goodbyes and crying at Baker Street; coming back home and drinking champagne to celebrate flatmate’s birthday. Switching off the recurrent alarm in my mobile since there was no need any more to wake me up to go to “normal” work.
The next day, waking at 3.50 to be at the airport at 6; taxi 10 minutes ahead of time, quick goodbyes with flatmates who were brave and sweet enough to wake up at that time, a slightly crazy drive to the airport and a very helpful driver watching my things while getting a trolley; 70 pounds fee for excess weight (ouch!), but nice fast queues at security and at EAT - a double espresso looking like a basic human right at that time of the day; everything else going smoothly till landing; parents being there 20 minutes before landing and then being hurt when saying that I am torn between two cities; and then I started noticing signs of aging everywhere, to the two people next to me and to everything around me. Finding a can of instant coffee in the fridge that had an expiry date of January 2008 and watching the greek version of X Factor in the evening were the least worrying things of the day. (I also found out that there is a Greek version of America’s Next Top Model launching this year - apparently they are only keeping the last three words of the title, phew! it could have been so much worse!)
The weather was summer-y rather than autumn-y and I spent the day sorting out my stuff in the office/shed which apparently is so humid that it needs a new coat of plastering and painting every couple of years. Checked two of the boxes I sent and found an orange juicer and a jug that broke - that’s not something major, is it? The next couple of months will be interesting.