So yesterday we went to Reading and said goodbye to the relatives.  My Nan seemed particularly emotional, and didn't want us to leave, which I was surprised about because we've never been that close and she's never seemed that bothered before when we've left.  Mum says its because she's old, things like that affect more.  I felt quite a sadness in my heart for her, I would like to go back and visit her in the week again.  We went to my Uncle's next, and there seemed to be an atmosphere.  His wife (my Auntie) wasn't there which I found infuriating.  She always goes out when they have guests, she's really rude like that.  I felt really uncomfortable so we decided to make a hasty retreat and make excuses about having to get dinner for us and the girls.  As we leaving, it seemed that my Uncle realised how awkward it had been and kept telling me look after myself, he was so protective, again, I was surprised by this show of emotion.  We had a lovely dinner, but I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that we had left to soon.  Next to my parent's friends place.  Last time I saw their kids they were 4 and 1!  Now they're all grown up!  It was such a shock.  We had a good evening and the girls lasted well.  It later transpired that all is not well with their marriage and there are some problems there.  Again, I felt sad to hear this.  It really makes me realise how lucky I am.  As we drove home, I was surprised by how much the day affected me, I kept trying to start arguments with Steve!  I know, silly.  But the emotions were riding high and I just felt like a good old shout!  Last night I didn't sleep well at all.  I kept worrying about things, people, the car, etc.  My brain was in overdrive.  I have NO regrets whatsoever, I don't want to stay and I'm REALLY REALLY looking forward to our new life.  I guess the stress of it all is peaking now, which is too be expected.  Now matter how on top of things you are, it still gets you towards the end.  I still need to decide what to do about my best friend, I would like to see her before I go.  But I'm worried about how things might be left.

Ah well, that's why this blog is called Trials and Tribulations!