Do you know what it means when you sneeze? Apparently — as someone told me when I sneezed today — it means that your heart is taking a rest, so that you can be given a new life.
Well, the fellow at terminal 3 of Heathrow airport may have been onto something when he shared that with me. Little did he know that I’m currently waiting to board a flight back to Toronto for a few months (with a one-way ticket no less!), after living in London for the past 19 months.
Alan and I are leaving our first official home together, and our first place in London. And while it’s hard to imagine not having a “home” in London, we couldn’t deny the signs that were pointing to a longer visit back; a family wedding, work collaborations, and visa renewal time for Alan (not to mention, our flat rental in London sold!).
Despite sending 4 boxes of our personal belongings, donating 10 bags of additional stuff, and checking in 4 suitcases, the most reassuring feeling is that I still have the greatest (and most essential) part of “home” with me, via my amazing sidekick.
Here’s to the next chapter.
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This post was written exactly one week ago, from the waiting lounge of Heathrow terminal 3.
