
Today’s my last day in Wales and this is exactly how I feel about it. (Or that could just be the expression of someone who’s been given a load of goodbye JD & Cokes by her friends and got way too close to the flash. You decide.)
Tomorrrow I’ll be hopping on the train to Gatwick where I’ll spend the night (not sleeping, I imagine) and then hop on a plane first thing on Thursday morning.
I always imagined writing this post with an air of nostalgia: Writing about the numerous things I’ve been up to over the last couple of days; Reminising about my homeland, my hometown and how leaving has made me quite patriotic inside and proud to be Welsh; Giving a little tribute to the friends and family I’ll leave behind and shedding a tear over how much I’ll miss them.
But the truth of that matter is, it’s 6.30pm and I’m already exhausted. Physically and mentally.
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