Moving On

This picture was taken at the leaving meal of my good friend Fiona. She's moving to a new job after four years of working at a regional newspaper with me. It's a fantastic big step up for her but I am going to miss her. This meal with lots of my lovely colleagues was a great celebration dinner to send her off. Hopefully the photo captures a bit of the fun, casual atmosphere.

The interesting co-incidence came after this photo was taken. I went to an old haunt of mine in Cheltenham. When I started my job I had to interview a singer/songwriter and we've since become friends and I love to see him play whenever he's back from his B&B in France. So, over I went, and he was brilliant.

But out of the corner of my eye shortly after I arrived I saw someone hurriedly getting up to leave. I looked over and there he was - the former love of my life who left me two years ago to this day. I hadn't been in the same room as him for two years and in the back of my mind all day I'd known that this was the day two years ago that he'd phoned me to say it was over and the bottom had fallen out of my world.

It was interesting because its been so incredibly hard for me to let go and move on - just because I loved him so much and never wanted the relationship to end. But in the moment I saw him scurry off, with his new fiancee in tow, I knew I'd moved on.

Okay so later when I was lying in bed I had so many butterflies churning in my stomach I found it hard to sleep but given I hadn't set eyes on him for two years I felt that was okay and understandable for me.

Today felt like a very significant day. A good friend of mine was moving on and I realised that I had moved on a lot that day too.