Well here it is. It has been 35 years and this is my final night in the UK. Words cannot really describe how I feel right now; it’s a mixture of sadness and aspiration. There is no doubt in my mind that for as long as I live I will always be British. I was born in this county and I am damn proud of it.
When you think about Britain most people will think of the quintessential people like Winston Churchill, Shakespeare, Charles Dickens and Queen Victoria. But not me. For me Britain is about the everyday people that we see each day. The bus drivers, the bin men and the lollipop ladies.
This country is my home, this place is my salvation. It has been my land of dreams, my land of disasters and my land of hope and opportunity. Here I have loved, lost, learnt and lived. There will never be another country like it.
I am of this land, this country so steeped in history, so rich in pride and honour that even if the history of mankind was repeated it could never be replicated. I am honoured to be British but now my life resolves in Sweden.
A new dawn awaits, a new day a new chapter in life.
Tomorrow spells my last full day in the UK and I will do certain things that are British. Go to a country pub and drink some real ale, have a pub lunch, go to Asda, sit in the park I spent my childhood in and then get Fish and Chips.
All in all. It’s going to be a strange day!
