I was as nervous as a whippet. Leaving London, leaving England, filled me with fear.
I ran to the bathroom more times than a teenage bulimic. I’m not used to all this emotion.
She said she’d visited my father’s grave and told him my news. He was, I understand, thrilled by it.
I’ve decided to stop saying goodbye, and start saying hello, instead.
I discover that doing nothing is more fun than having nothing to do
He tells me at length ‘what I should do’, which includes marrying his 48 year old niece. She’s a PE teacher, he says, guaranteeing her attractiveness.
I ask if there’s anything that connects us, the new immigrants. ‘We didn’t fit in at home?’ says Megan, in that way that makes statements sound like questions.
It was so simple to do, I never stopped to think if I really wanted to leave London.