The days leading up to my imminent departure.
January 11th 2017
It was my final day in the place I’d rented cheaply in London for the goal of saving for my exit to Australia. By this point, I had convinced myself that it wasn’t too bad, but the fact I hadn’t invited any mates or guys round, spoke louder than the mould developing in the shower room. I believe every cloud has a silver lining, so these pretty serious defects gave me the extra strength to hang my worn and tatty dancing shoes up, once and for all. My time was my own, “I am time”, what did I do with it? You’ll probably see some of it on this site.
January 28th 2017
My final day working for Transport for London. This workplace was seriously cool, if i hadn’t decided to move to Australia, I would have probably tried to develop a career here, maybe even find a husband. Having said that, my suggestion of TFL speed dating (Transport for Life) hosted in the canteen was shunned in a meeting, i fake laughed whilst discretely scribbling out the sketch I’d drawn of the logo. My work leaving party was nerve-wracking but exciting, check it out on the TFL page but don’t worry, there’s pictures if you’re not a big reader like myself. This was the night Becky, my older sister, penned her infamous quote “not my problem” – these words would haunt me for decades to come.
February 11th 2017
My family leaving party was today, a Saturday. Much to my sister Laura’s dispear, i had opted for bowling instead of a meal in a restaurant. I don’t know what it is, but the girl goes crazy for a restaurant. Maybe it wasn’t just her and in fact I’m the minority but i always think counting calories in public whilst in-intoxicated was challenging. So bowling – my cousin Aimee was also down from Bath with her son Muse, I love this kid. I always had a sneaky suspicion that kids enjoy my company because they know I’m not proper. Back to bowling, long story short, I scored half a strike and woke up in a hotel room with crisps in bra, standard Saturday night.
February 14th 2017
This was my last night in England for a while but I was lucky, I had a date with two people, my mum and Laura. We had a Chinese, it was delicious and the pro-longed wait for the delivery made it even better. I probably should have thanked the lady on the phone instead of telling her “we are never ordering from you again”; she did have the last laugh though after replying, “okay” then hanging up. Who said romance was dead. I admired her brutalness and not give a f*** attitude.
Tomorrow I fly and say the final goodbyes.
Katie Babb 