AGE 11:PART 2. BIG MOVE!/SAYING GOODBYE :'( -FRANCE-ITALY-HELLO TO MY NEW HOME!!

So I left way before school finished... Thankfully, I did manage to finish my SATS Tests before I left; Perfect mark results as per...Always was the perfect school-girl, perfect marks, always came in with the perfect smile on my face every day, always well mannered and polite, I was a real teachers-pet back then...WHAT THE F*CK WENT WRONG??

I remember my last day at the school like it was just yesterday...My teacher had planned a farewell party for me for the last few hours at school. I found it strange that the teacher kept calling my fellow class-mates one by one to do some "Private Reading" with her that day...But it turned out that they were all making and signing a farewell card for me... I cried a little when they gave it to me when we were taking a class photo together...The party was great, I took lots of photos with all my class mates to remember them by...it was nice apart from the little episode where the boys totally gay-crashed the party by play fighting and jumping of the chairs and landing on each other lol.

Just before I left that final day at school my best friend in class K.M. gave me a little prez and said "When you come back for a holiday, I will probably start singing See You Again" That song back then was one of our favs, If you know the song then you'll get why she said it, so that comment brought tears to my eyes as well...I hugged  her so tight before she had to leave, I knew somewhere in the back of my mind I wouldn't see K.M. ever again after that day. Then my Best friend in the whole world (K.A.) came to me with the most beautiful present...a heart necklace with two halves one for me and one for her, on her side it said best and on mine it said friend...And til this day I've still got my half. I gave her her prez from me and said not to open it until she got back home. It was a little heart box with some little things inside and a note, and I know that K.A. has still got it till this day, she showed it to me in a video the other week...b*tch made me cry in class. I said my goodbye's to her as well, but I new I'd stay in contact with her...If there was ever a reason for me to ever go back to England it would be for her or maybe to see my grandparents, but mainly her, my other crazy half, the sister I wish I had...

So now starting to pack and sell everything inside the house...we couldn't take everything with us unfortunately, which was another hard thing to do for me...Growing up in this house, so many memories, and now I had to let them go...The only things that I could take with me was the important things like some clothes, some furniture, and some sentimental things that were given to me throughout the years...It was hard to let go of most of the things that held fond memories like some of my teddy bears that I used to play with K.A...(lol K.A. do you remember all those sleepovers and late nights playing with those teddy bears and making funny videos together? Still got the videos -bonbons- lmao)

 After we had to hand the keys over back to the landlord, we went and stayed at my grandparents house so we could start getting things sorted...I remember sitting with my grandma one day and admiring the beautiful ornaments in the house and especially one little ornament in particular that was inside a glass cabinet I had always loved, it was a little diamond owl with a gold head and feet with emerald eyes, it was right next to a clay owl that I had made for her a while back, then Grandma opened the glass cabinet and picked up the diamond owl and gave it to me as a goodbye present, a little keepsake, I couldn't believe what she just did, I thanked and hugged her so tight, I would miss her more then anything... 

And with grandpa's permission, grandma also took out a little trophy from the cabinet and gave it to me as well...it was a trophy that my grandpa had one for the best rose, he had always been an amazing gardener... grandma's house always was and still is one of my favorite places to be, I always loved the huge garden they have with the beautiful elegant metal swing by the pond just under the apple tree, it was magical, like something in a fairy tale...

The day came when we had to leave...we did plan to leave a few days earlier but it was delayed...So there we were, outside my grandparents house, just in the drive way saying our goodbye's... Everything was packed and ready, the van was full, so was the trailer-tent behind it and the trike with the smaller trailer... I would be traveling with J.W. in the van while dad would be on the trike...I remember getting in the van and waving out of the window to my grandparents and saying goodbye as we drove off, tears had formed in my eyes as there house was getting smaller and smaller as we drove off, I started to cry...a lot, J.W. looked at me and said if I start to cry then she'll start crying too, but I couldn't help it, I could see tears in her eyes as well but she was trying to stay strong for my sake...

The first stop we made was at Dover, we camped there for a while, longer then expected. It was going to be one tough and long summer... After our long stay at Dover, we finally booked a ferry to France, there we stopped at FERME-DE-LA-CROISEE then we stopped at MACON DU-LAC CORMORANCHE-SUR-SAONE...I can't remember which one had a nice library and a farm next to it...I would spend a lot of my time in the library reading the books they had there, any way, I also remember this really funny thing that happened on the farm that was next to the campsite. At the time it wasn't so funny but yeah anyway, so my dad had this "Great Idea" to go and see the donkeys, yes you heard me right I said donkeys...So as dad being dad he decides to ride on one of the donkeys, the mother one of the little foal...He did it with ease, the donkey was calm and then dad said it was my turn, but instead of putting me on the mother donkey he helped me on the foal...BAD IDEA... The poor thing did not like it one bit, the foal ran out of the barn and before I could duck, my head banged straight into the barn entrance door, I flew off the foal, landing on the sh*tty muddy floor with a very bad headache...my dad helped me up and we went back to J.W. who was back at the tent she asked what was up...we laughed after that but my head was still a little sore plus I really needed a shower after landing in...well that. 

Apart from that France was really nice and beautiful, plus the alcohol was nice and cheap there... the people were really nice and friendly, I remember this woman who used to drive past every day who sold bread and baguettes she was a really smiley happy looking woman... We also stopped at PIERRELATTE LE LION-BOURG-ST-ANDEOL and ST AYGULF before going through the borders and entering ITALY... I remember the first campsite we stopped at...ALBENGA (ALASSIO) DELFINO...Talk about camp city, it was crammed, I hated it there plus the owners wife or what ever the hell she was, was a real b*tch to me, god knows why I never did anything to upset the woman, she just seemed to had taken a disliking to me...

After "camp city", we stopped at SESTRI LEVANTE this campsite was on top of a very large hill... At this campsite I made some Italian friends, there was this one boy who kinda looked like one of boys in my class, kinda cute...I couldn't believe I made friends with them though especially it being my last day at that campsite, don't get me wrong I don't mind making friends with people, but I wasn't really in the mood for saying anymore goodbye's, plus the fact I was hardly wearing anything on me at the time, (what can I say, it was summer and it was very hot) I was wearing my little denim shorts and a bra with a surrong wrapped round me to try and cover up a bit...Back then I was never the type of girl who wore short things and low tops or tight girly girl things, I was more boyish back then... One night at the campsite apparently my dad and J.W. heard someone outside near our tent, I'm not gonna lie they had had a bit to drink, but dad decided to go see what was out there, (he wasn't wearing anything btw, so thank god I was fast asleep at the time) he didn't see anything and thought nothing of it... And so the next day came when we had to leave SESTRI LEVANTE it was the last stretch before our last ferry to Greece...Coming down that long hill from the campsite things weren't looking so good on trike, we had to stop and check what was going on, I can't remember exactly what was said but we decided to carry on anyway...

After a few minutes, driving down the road I noticed in the mirror that dad had turned off behind us and started heading off on a different road...I went into shock and told J.W. she had no idea what dad was doing, but she tried to calm me down and said "We have said from the start that if we were to get separated in anyway shape or form, we would meet up at the next campsite..." But how was I suppose to stay calm that was my dad and he just disappeared down a different road, he had no sat nav, no money with him, no nothing, everything that he had that was important was in the van with us... Carrying down the motorway, still in shock of losing my dad, we noticed that some cars that were passing us were beeping there horns and getting my attention and started to point at the back of the van...so we stopped at the side of the busy motorway and checked out what was wrong...one of the tires on the back of the trailer was punchered, I couldn't believe it, first dad now this... J.W. told me to wear my high-viz coat and go stand behind the barrier to stay safe away from the traffic, but of course in my mind only the worse things kept coming through like I will never see my dad again, J.W. is just going to leave me here, wtf is going on...I was just is tears and shaking from the fear, I could see J.W. bending over with her head in the van trying to listen to the woman on the phone, she had called for help...after a little while help had come, the man had to take our trailer with him to go and get another tire on it, so we waited, and waited, until we got a phone call from the woman that J.W. was talking to earlier, she said that help should me on it's way very soon...Me and J.W. looked at each other with the expression on our faces like wtf?? J.W. turned back to the phone and said that the man had already came to take the trailer to go and get it fixed, but the woman went on to say that that wasn't the one they called to come help us...so of course me and J.W. panicked, what were we suppose to do? some guy just came and took our trailer...the woman said on the phone just wait a little longer to see if he comes back, so we tried to stay calm and soon enough the man can back with our trailer all fixed, finally we could breath a little, after things were all sorted out, we carried on still wondering if we would ever see my dad again...But just as I almost lost hope looking, J.W. said I can see something blue on a trailer, and surly enough it was dad!! she slammed on the breaks and pulled over at the side of the motorway again...I had never been so happy to see my dad in all my life, he too had some problems with the trike, he believed that someone had tampered with one one the pipes the night that he heard something, but we were just happy to be back with each other again...so we carried on but this time we said to dad to keep close just in case something did go wrong with the trike again... 

After a little while J.W. decided to stop by another lay-by on the motorway to see how dad was doing behind us, we parked next to a lorry quite quickly and dad didn't have time to break plus the breaks didn't work so good after the night before, but thanks to his quick thinking instead of crashing into the lorry he crashed into the back of us, we noticed in our mirrors that dad flew off the trike before it crashing...we jumped out quickly to see if he was ok, he said to J.W. "You got some good parking there, why didn't you park a little further..." all in all every one was ok the trailer tent on the other hand though was a little smashed up at the back and leaking tomato ketchup...The driver of the lorry was looking at us like wtf just happened then lol...any way, after that the trike was a little bent and the breaks were worse...

Once we got to our last campsite ROCCA-MARE in Ancona, it was time to rest after all the excitement of the day...the place was nice, it was the only place I actually liked in Italy, the people here were friendlier. This was also the place were I started to get an apatite...before, back in England I didn't used to eat so much, I was very petite and very very thin, and when I say thin I mean thin. I was a fussy eater back then and I wasn't one for eating so many chocolates and sweets, I'm not kidding when I tell you this but back in England if my dad was to give me a bar of chocolate, it would last me months, sometimes I would still have some chocolates left over from the year before...Now I'm just like every time I get given chocolate it is gone within the day...So any way back to Italy, we went out to this Italian restaurant were I ordered a pizza...yes a whole on to myself, I didn't know that it was going to be huge...but I ate it all, even my dad and J.W. looked at me in surprise, and then the owner of the restaurant, who we had become friendly with, came out and gave us some watermelon for dessert...and yes I ate that too...My parents were amazed of how much I ate that night they had never seen me eat that much before, ever!...The next day when we went back to the restaurant though I could finish the whole of my pizza, back to normal a guess, so I thought...

I loved walking around Italy it was beautiful, I especially loved it when I found some stamps at a shop!...Ok one quick nerdy fact about me that not many people may know, I am a stamp collector, I have collected a lot of stamps over the years, some from England, some from Italy, from Germany, Russia, Cuba and Thailand...I have also got a small coin collection and since I came to Greece I also obtained a sticker collection...

After we booked our final ferry to take us over to Greece, we finally felt like we could breath, it was almost over, we were almost there...We left Ancona on 21st of July 2015, the ferry would take us to Patra, Greece, here we would make one last stop at a village called Kata Alisos to rest before we made the last stretch to our new home...The next day came and we drove and we drove for hours until we reached the town just a few kilometres away from our village, there we stopped outside a little mechanics shop that was owned by one of J.W. friends T.R...Here we would stop and make a plan on how to get up to the village because with the trike having not the best of breaks any more, we couldn't risk dad driving up with the trailer on the back...So we decided to take the van up first with the trailer tent with the trike behind and then we would come back in the van to take the other trailer up...

So we had finally arrived on 22nd of July 2015, new country, new home, new friends, new start...If you thought things were going to get easier for me, then you thought wrong, trust me I was...The new home would start of with love, smiles and laughter...but over the years it will be filled with resentment, hatred, lies, arguments, sadness, heartbreak, depression and fake smiles...Will things ever get better? I guess You'll just have to wait and see...

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