Leaving home - goodbyes

Nothing like having to empty your entire home. Ended up giving everything away - what I couldn't fit into my suitcase had to go. 

My first sign that this was the right choice. Two days after deciding to make the move to the UK, a colleague gave me this coaster! She didn't know of my plans yet.

Paddington Bear, with St Christopher, will travel with me

This seemed to fit. Two weeks after the decision was made to leave Cape Town, and start my gap year overseas, the panic set in.

Paddington saying goodbye to Simonstown

One of hundreds of sunset pics I took in my last two months in Cape Town.

The chaos that was my home. I was RUTHLESS.

Choice made. I'd rather be in live in carer, assisting someone in need, and travelling for a week each month, than be in an office all day every day, with no time or money to travel.

I'm still wearing my butterfly. It never comes off. 

The hardest goodbye. Thank you Neighbour Nick for adopting my babies. Different window, same view.

One last daytrip around the peninsula with Dawn. One to be remembered.

I kept going back to Kirstenbosch Gardens. Every couple of days. Just couldn't say goodbye.

The Boomslang at Kirstenbosch. The light at the end of my tunnel.

I'm leaving, on a jet plane.... don't know when I'll be back again. My life reduced to two cases, and an abundance of dreams.