As the house starts to empty(yes, finally, it has started to feel empty and about time too), a whole lot of bitter-sweet feelings seem to engulf us.
The sad feeling of a time coming to an end. The sadness that engulfs you when you realise that the familiar surroundings that you called home, will soon not be home. That some other people will soon be living in the house that we came
home too, in which we made memories that will stay with us for life.
It was particularly sad, saying goodbye to friends and teachers at daughter’s school, the school that gave her such a wonderful start in life, where she has made some great friends and had so much fun. Our other friends, I have hope of meeting again, some time in the future.
We will always remember the time here with fondness and love. Looking back, it is funny how this country we came on a six month assignment, somehow became home, without us even realising it.
Tomorrow is the last day in this house. It makes us sad and yet joyful, knowing that we are going home, truly home, to a place which husband and I started dreaming of, some 11 years ago.
Hopefully, we will transition without too much trouble, and will soon be living in our own house, in a city which felt like home, even when we lived away from it.
