My daughter started her first day at work in London today.
Her Summer Internship has now become a 'proper' job...HURRAY!!!
So after a nail biting few days of 'Am I leaving? am I staying?' and wondering and then a flurry of emails at the last moment she is working in London....now all she has to do is find somewhere to live....see how casually I said that? Easy peasy lemon squeezy eh?
She has been staying with her adorable cousin and now they want to find a little more space.....2 fashionable young girls sharing one double bed in a fairly small double room is ok for a short time...but now she wants to actually unpack her suitcase and find a space to call her own.....so either a two bedroom place and they can both live together or a one bedroom close to her cuz...who in truth is really more like a sister.
She knows the area she would like, and so is viewing lots of rooms over the next few days and oh my goodness....I have been looking at gumtree and spareroom with her and cannot believe how much money you have to pay to live in a tiny tiny space in that-there-London......well I can believe it because every now and then you could hear me yell 'how much'????????.................................
So a 'cosy' room costs an arm and a leg and a 'roomy' double means you have to promise your first born to them too....in a contract written in blood.......Ker-rikey.
She has graduated.
She has been offered employment.
She is a hard worker.
She loves London.
She has, to all intents and purposes, .......................left home.
This, dear reader, is the bit where you will have to imagine me looking around her bedroom and feeling a bit sad ...... but I am wearing my big girl pants and I know or hope that she will come back to visit often........and that just because she lives somewhere else now she MUST KNOW DEEP IN HER BONES that she can always count on hot water/food/cats to play with/money from her Pa to spend/hugs from me, here in her family home, whenever, whenever, whenever she needs us.