I thought it would feel more real than this. The key for the front door of my house had been in my back jean pocket for the past week, almost like I was scared to lose it. When I finally took it out and handed it over, I thought I would feel some kind of loss, or any kind of sadness to be honest; but there was nothing. When I put the last of my boxes into my dad’s car, I thought that maybe this time things would feel more final, but again, there was nothing.
Winchester has been my home for just over 3 years. I remember after the first year of uni had finished and my parents came to pick me up and take me home for summer. I cried a little in the car because I was sad to be leaving even though I knew within a months time I would be coming back. I guess I thought I would be the same this time around too.
I loved my time in Winchester, I came to this town at 18, I hadn’t even heard of the place and I didn’t know anyone. I left at 22, having explored each road and hill (of which there are many!) and I’ve made myself a few friends who I know will be with me for a lifetime.
So… Why am I not sad about leaving? Maybe it’s because I know I have bigger and better things heading for me this year, maybe this town was just too small for this London girl. There’s only so many times you can walk up the same hill and look at the same view before you need a change of scenery.
Winchester will always have a place in my heart, and I’m not saying it’s goodbye forever! But for now, this is a goodbye. I’ve closed this chapter of my life so that the new ones all around the world can start being written. I’m never going to forget the place I happily called my home for these short few years, and I will miss it, but I’m not going to be upset for I accepted a long time again that my time in this beautiful town has come to an end, and that’s okay.
Until next time, Winchester!