Thursday, 2 February 2012
A Sad Goodbye
The blistering cold at the lonely old train station in my sleepy home town of Coleford, Gloucestershire was biting at me whilst I sat on the hard metal chair just in cargo shorts and a shirt. I had chosen not to bring any warm clothes for the journey to Heathrow because I couldn't spare any room in the rucksack. I knew I would miss that tiny town I knew so well, it held so many memories from my childhood. I remembered going to the park at the top of town to play football with my with my parents and brother as a kid and the first time in the pub with my friends. Although the place was quiet and some would say boring it was definitely home. The 15 minute wait for the train went quickly and I soon saw the train coming around the bend to pull up at the platform. Saying good bye to my mum and dad was as difficult and emotional as I expected it to be, even my dad had a tear in his eye. They had been so good over the few weeks leading up to me leaving, reassuring me when I had reservations about going and cheering me up when I got down. They also paid for some of my vaccinations and bought the malaria tablets I would be taking everyday. The train pulled away from the station and for the first time in a week I was excited and ready for the trip.
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