So, the bags have been packed and squashed into my car (there was a point at which I was very concerned they wouldn't fit), I've handed back my keys, and I'm spending a few days in Devon with Mama CupandSaucer before the big move to London at the weekend!
It has been oddly sad, actually. M nearly cried over supper last night, and I nearly cried as I wrote her a little note and left my keys on the kitchen table before I left earlier. In a funny sort of way, I didn't think about the fact that to go and live in London, I'd have to leave Cardiff.
Cardiff will always hold a very, very soft spot in my heart. It's where I went to university, where I fell in love and out of love (a couple of times), where I made some of my closest friendships. Of course, I'll be back visiting a fair amount, and who knows, could end up living there again in the future- but somehow, I doubt it.
And there are a lot of things I'll miss about living in Cardiff- but there are also an awful lot of things I won't miss. So let's start with those, shall we?!
1. Those times you remember your bag but buy too much and have to pay a whole FIVE PENCE for a new one. (You have to pay for carrier bags in Wales) OK, so five pence isn't a lot. But when you've been good enough to remember your bag and then just got a bit carried away shopping, it's annoying to have to pay it!
2. The Severn bridge toll. SIX POUNDS FORTY!! Somehow, it always takes me by surprise. At least you can pay by card now.
3. The M4, M49, and M5 on a Friday night. It's painful trying to leave Wales on a Friday- though at least not as expensive as the way back in (see above)
4. Having to translate everything I did at work. It cost me a small bomb in translation costs, as I don't speak Welsh and therefore had to have everything professionally translated. My poor budget.
But there's a lot of stuff I will miss about Cardiff. As I said- it's a wonderful city with an awful lot of great memories attached. And I will miss...
1. M and M. Oh don't, it makes me too sad! And J and K and everyone else I know and love there. It's going to be weird not being near them.
2. Having a garden. I know I'll be close to plenty of green space in the part of London I'm living in, but it is not the same as having your own garden. And certainly not when Greenfingered M has been growing courgettes, tomatoes, chillies, and enough herbs to make a bloody enormous bowl of tabbouleh and salsa verde.
3. Welsh cakes. The welsh cake shop in Cardiff Bay is beyond amazing, and I just can't make them as well myself.
4. Ridiculous phrases like "whose jacket is that coat?" "Whose shoes are those boots?" and "now in a minute" To me, they all make perfect sense- but I know if I say them in London people will think I'm weird. (and I'll admit that the only one of those I say regularly is "now in a minute")
5. Words like "tamping"- which means "so angry". Again, not one I actually say myself, but it makes me laugh every time someone I know says it.
Oh Wales. You're a special place, aren't you? What funny things does London have in store for me then?