Parting is such sweet sorrow

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. [from: Romeo & Juliet, W. Shakespeare]

Up until a week or two ago I had mostly just been excited about the prospect of moving back home soon. However, although I am still just under a month away from leaving behind the Big Smoke, my hectic travel itinerary for August means that I effectively have only a handful of days left in London, and thus I have had to start saying my goodbyes to a lot of people with a heavy heart.

Over the last two weeks I have said auf wiedersehen to a number of dear friends at occasions that more often than not involved bottles of champagne. Unfortunately, the relative suddenness with which everything has unfolded has meant that I haven't even been able to wave adieu at everybody in person. I hope to be able to make this up by visiting London soon again. Even at work I have yesterday packed up my desk, handed in my key card and said my so longs . The office is in fact getting very empty as the ripple effect from my boss' decision has been a mass migration to greener pastures. Come September there will only be a handful of people left.

I have arrived in Norway late last night and will be enjoying a short holiday here for a few days. As we are moving further up North this evening I will actually find myself completely cut off from work, unable to answer any emails. Given the flurry of those that I sent and received in the last few days, trying to get all my ducks in a row, that will be unnerving and cathartic at the same time. Time to let go, at least for a couple of days.