Whispering future

• Nic and I have handed over our UK passports to the Russian Embassy in the first of many visa battles in the trip.
• Someone has decided to take my room in the flat.
• I have handed in my resignation.

It is all go on the leaving front then... my room looks like a closing down sale.

I came to the UK with only a pack, and after ten years I will leave with just the same. I am not sure whether revelling in such underachievement is the right thing to do, but it feels fantastic. It is more poignant with the odd coincidence that the day we leave is exactly one decade since I arrived in the UK.

Ten years ago I came to the UK full of ignorance, happiness and hope. It is fabulous to know that ten years later I leave with Nic, still full of ignorance, happiness and hope.