Can’t We Go Back To Page One And Do It All Over Again?

An expression I grew to strongly dislike after I left London three and a half years ago because of the injuries I received was “it’s the end of a chapter of your life, you need to turn over a new page and enjoy a new chapter”.

It was the last thing I wanted to hear. I know people were probably well motivated. But I totally rebelled against that idea and made it my mission to return to London – because I wanted my life back. I was not ready to give up. I did not want to start a new chapter.

I still feel as if my life is just on pause, until I am back where I belong. However, this post is not about the effects of the crime I was victim to. I am rather thinking about Goldfinch yet again.

Goldfinch is leaving. That is the right step for him. I would like longer with him. But I have had longer with him. When I first met him, he thought he would be leaving England in the spring. So rather than five months, I will have had over thirteen months with Goldfinch. I am very grateful for that.

Goodbye has to come at some stage. It may as well be now. But I share these sentiments in the Piglet and Winnie the Pooh picture I have attached….