This time last year, we were finalising the packing, unpacking the things that didn't fit. Double checking the passport, visa, travel documents and then heading down the highway. You can read more about this here A week is a long time
The year has flown. My beautiful daughter has spent her first Christmas away from home, probably the hardest time for her, and also her 22nd birthday. She's travelled to places I can only dream about, Spain, France, Scotland, Austria, Italy just to name a few. She's also held down a full time job, rents a room in a London apartment and has loads of new friends.
It's not been all rosy, to use her words she lives in "Struggle Street". Wages are low and rents are high. How she manages to save and travel is a credit to her, this is a girl who would think nothing of blowing a weeks wage on an outfit for the weekend and would never have stepped inside a backpackers hostel.
She's grown into an independent and sensible young woman and although I miss her dreadfully, I am so proud.
