I stole the title of this post from one of my favourite episodes of Sex and the City; in which its central character, Carrie Bradshaw, finally called time on her relationship with Big after the highs and the lows that came with it became too much to bear. And while I’m not in the throws of ending a relationship with a boyfriend, I suppose I am, in a way, calling time on my relationship with a London – my home for the past five years and a place that has offered both the best and the worst of times.
I had to say my first goodbye today – to my beloved Grandpa Peter who’s moving back to Spain for six months, three weeks before I leave for Oz. I’ve never been great at goodbyes, but it being my first was a particularly hard one. And so they will continue over the next few weeks – the final sleepover with one of my best friends, Beth, my final dinner with Eleanor and Sarah – both of whom I can’t imagine life without, the final night with my Dad and Step-Mum; the final night with my Mum and Step-Dad. My last tube journey, my last yoga class, my last dog walk; the last hug from my best friend Lexy – not knowing if the next one will be in three months or three years. The last day with my three sisters; the final time I close my laptop at work, knowing that my dream job is being handed over to someone else. My move to Australia will be no doubt the biggest adventure I’ve been on, but it will also be the hardest.
And so it is that with all the excitement I feel at everything that lies ahead, there too is an overwhelming agony in leaving my friends, my family and life as I know it behind.