Our flights are booked. The freight company is scheduled. We have a service apartment reserved for the 4 nights prior to our departure. All the items we bought for our flat have been photographed and listed on Facebook Marketplace. I've a written list of everything that needs cleaning, clearing and packing before the end of our lease.
It feels like it's been such a long time coming. This year has gone so slow and I feel like so little has been achieved with it. But these next few weeks I know will disappear. For example, I was meant to post this on the 17th, at exactly one month before we were due to fly out - it's now the 21st. Oops.
That's okay though. This year hasn't gone to schedule, so why should my blog posts?
The icing on the cake that is 2020 came on Saturday that, rather than the 5 day promised Christmas break the UK had been hoping for, we would now get just one. On top of that, we were no longer allowed to travel between Scotland, England and Wales. Furthermore, another level of restriction has been added and a good chunk of south eastern England is going into lockdown over the festive period.
We had planned, months ago, to travel down and stay with my friend just out of London for those few days, as the last chance to see her and her family before we head home. Nope. 2020 had other plans. Not gonna lie, I sobbed once Cameron and I confirmed the news.
I took a day to come to terms with the change in plans. To unpack the bag of presents we had prepared. To repack them into a box to send. To put away the outifts I'd assigned for each day we were away. To adjust our mindsets to spending Christmas by ourselves...and think about what grocery shopping we would need to do to try and make it special.
I have since learnt that Glasgow will go into a slightly less-restricted lockdown from Boxing Day for three weeks, so any last minute shopping, any last minute cafe visits, it all needs to be done....now. What a way to finish our tenure here.
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