I’ve really enjoyed Swansea. I’ve made some great friends. Been part of some really good stuff. On the one hand, I’m finding it hard to believe that I’ve been here for ten years. Where on earth has the time gone? On the other, I realise that I’ve lived here longer than I’ve lived anywhere in my adult life and it really has come to feel like home (despite my accent). But I signed up to the discipline of the Methodist Church, and she expects her ministers to be itinerant. My time here is done.
No, I’m not finished. There are some little jobs that I can take with me to sort out. Some other things will just have to remain incomplete. The removal men are arriving in the morning, and they’ll have a schedule to keep. It’s time to go whether I’m ready or not.
My boxes are almost packed. Most of what I needed to do is done. Good enough will have to be just that: good enough.
Next time I sign in, God & BT willing, it will be from Caergwrle. I’ll see you there.