It seems like only yesterday that we were farewelling the Beautiful Girl on her first big adventure.
Since then she’s governessed, traipsed through Europe, lain on beaches in Fiji and slung beer and coffees to earn a living.
We all knew that it was really only a matter of time before she spread her wings and set out on her next adventure, but it hasn’t made it any easier. There’s has been plenty of texts and phone calls each night. We’re both adjusting to the new reality, and I find comfort in the fact that she’s only a three-and-a-half-hour drive away. In a town with cafes and beaches, the perfect excuse to spend weekends with her, and make the most of when she comes home.
and so, the next big adventure begins…
and yes, I have had to stop myself from getting in the car and driving to be with her….
In the comments, I’d love to hear:
Do you remember when you left home for the first time, properly?