Sunday morning came along without so much as a do-you-mind. Some last minute emptying of cupboards left poor CJ with a car full of junk and some gluten-free goodies to boot. (Is that another pun? I'm turning into my dad.) I made my train to London with a very full rucsack and 2 whole minutes to spare. (Anyone who has seen me onto a train before will know that this is a new record.) I was distracted from the thoughts of leaving "everything" (my home, my job, my allotment, my rountines, my securities) by the thoughts of leaving my friends. And a strangely adult and weary knowledge that I was in fact taking myself on my journey, so no matter where I was headed some things were to remain the same.
London was waiting.
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