Day 8 – Leaving home…
I was 17 and my Sister and her husband were going to work/explore Australia for about a year and asked me if I would consider house sitting their beautiful Victorian red-brick terraced house in a nice part of my home town, just far enough out-of-town to be quiet, but close enough to walk in (or back), with local shops and amenities all very close, how could I resist?
After that, there was no going back home; apart from that time when I was relocating back to the Heart of England from Cambridgeshire and the house buying process took far too long! It was great that my folks were able to help out but I think it was as hard for them as it was for me, and if it wasn’t then that is only because it was very hard for me and being away from my kids made it even harder.
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