Hollie is moving out. Not far. Thankfully. Near enough for her to pop in, for us to pop in and for Kai to sleep over. She moves in a flat with two of her lovely friends. Mind you all of Hollie's friends are lovely. I'm not sure what I should be feeling. Obviously it is time for her to move out - London is so expensive and if you don't earn tons of money then moving out is hugely delayed compared to most 20 somethings - but it rally is the end of an era. Because her room will immediately (well after some decoration) be inhabited by Kai it's not like we'll have this spare room that will always still be referred to as 'Hollie's room' until she's married with umpteen children. This means it's hard for her to come back. Of course, she won't want to - this is it. The final cut of the apron strings. So as happy as I am for her, and for Kai to have his own bedroom, and for Hannah to have her own space, I'm also sad. Here's what we'll miss and not miss!
Eggs in the morning. (Kai)
Guidance on whether our clothes combination works or not. (All of us)
Her clothes. (Hannah)
Her shoes. (Me)
Her mess (No one)
There really is too much to list so I'm going to stop and tell you what we're really going to miss.
HER PRESENCE!
Hollie we love you. (All of us)
The second big thing in our week is that Hannah is in a play which opens in a few days. Desire Under the Elms by Eugene O'Neill. It runs from the 3rd October to the 10th November. It's an off West End production at the Lyric theatre in Hammersmith, with a great director and it has been a wonderful experience for her. She's loved the rehearsals and learnt so much. And we can't wait to see her in it. She may only have a small part but it's a professional credit in another genre to add to her CV. Onwards and upwards Hannah! Break a leg (not)!
