23 February, 2012

So I’m running away…

… To Belgium, to live with a load of other men who also have a penchant for tight shorts and self flagellation in the name of sport.

There are so many things I’ll miss. The white van men spouting abuse and expletives; the comedy bike paths sprinkled across the country, the majority of which disappear to nothing with the word ‘END’ written on the road. They’re always good fun. I’ll miss the hills I guess, after hours and hours of riding along canals.

But on a serious note I will miss my friends, my family and most of all Emily. Making this step to move away has made me determined to make sure it’s worthwhile.

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