My major life decisions have always been a little impulsive. I moved to┬áHong Kong with two weeks notice and then stayed ‘just one more year’ three times. I’ve been getting itchy feet for a while and, call it a gut feeling, I’ve started to feel the need to move on. I want to take some time at home to recuperate and reflect, to figure out what on earth is next. Since last summer I’ve had an idea at the back of my head but it took a bad day at work and a glass of wine to suddenly go out on a whim and book it. So, dear readers, in two months time I shall be heading back to dear old Blighty by train.

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