Lots of people I know have asked me why I'm going and my answer is a simple one. At the moment I commute upwards of 3 hours a day - walk, bus, train, long walk, work, lift to station, train, bus, walk. I am spending 35 days per year on public transport just getting to and from work. Instead, I'm swapping for a ten minute door-to-door stroll there and another one back again.
I'll be sad to leave somewhere where I've been so happy - the place which was responsible for Grouse and Partridge existing in any form at all and which encouraged me so much when I started to write 'for real'. But I'm more than ready for the next adventure - and the fact that I'm gaining some 'me' time will be a huge bonus. And I really won't miss the cold, decrepit and dirty trains, the delays and cancellations, the cable thefts, the germ ridden atmosphere, the horrid railway 'station' (and I use the word advisedly!) and the hours wasted hanging round Costa coffee till it's time to go home.
I've got half a term left to work: it's going to be strange. But I really couldn't be happier about it!
I feel more creative already! Cheers!
