As one journey ends another begins...

Well, the time has come to get those backpacks on again and leave the little isle of Ireland.

I will be honest,

I thought I would cry an awful lot more than I did.

I barely cried at all.

Why?

Because the warmth and love that have been shown to me and James in the last two weeks

warmed the cockles of my hard rather than wet my eye lids.

My friends threw us a most wonderful going away party last Friday.

It was as good eclectic bunch of buddies

Many of whom had not really met before

who spent the night telling us stories and bringing up brilliant memories that we had forgotten over time.

Thank you everyone for allowing us to have such an amazing trip down memory lane before we took to the ferry.

So what now?

What is going to happen to Louise now that she is leaving the lovely green isle?

I will be honest again

I don't know.

But I do know something most empowering.

Everything I have now fits into 4 cases.

(and a little that some friends and family are holding for me)

This is a new start

A fresh start.

An adventure of epic proportions.

And I am so excited.

So friends,

Keep in touch.

Send cards.

Skype me.

I will miss you all,

but feck it,

you could flippin paddle across the little bit of water that is going to seperate us!

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