Yesterday was the 15th of July 2010 and will go down in the history of the Mally family as quite an important and life changing one. Our Passports were returned to us by Royal Mail recorded delivery and they had been altered to say the words 'British Immigrant'. This made me feel pretty filthy to be honest as we all think when we hear the word 'Immigrant' of people being smuggled into countries inside the back of international lorrys or running through the Channel Tunnel and hoping for the best. But after the initial slight disgust that I felt for myself for becoming a 'British Immigrant' I realised what it actually meant for us and the reality of everything started to wrap around me like an English sky, I am leaving for good.
Yvonne is currently getting very drunk in town with a leaving party for her and many of her work colleagues however it appears to be quickly turning into 'her night' as I keep getting text with ever increasing spelling mistakes, bless and love her.
Jack is suprisingly taking it in his stride but when I think about it, he's a pretty cool dude anyway and not much phases him. He just seems so chilled at the moment and incredibly happy which obviously pleases me no end. I pray that it stays.
Me. I am scared but excited. Apprehensive but welcoming the new start but above all I am ready. I have not felt this way.....ever. Now I am sure that this is going to be the best thing that I ever do for myself and my family and the anticipation of it all feels almost like I am pluggeds into the mains.
Bring it on :)
Mark.
Oh, and what car should I buy?
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