Boyo boy! I am so close to my trip I can touch it in my mind! Two more days of school and then I’m done. I’ve been bouncing off the walls all day – literally – I’ve been playing squash with the Year 10s – not literally! But I am, literally, buzzing with anticipation. Bloody free coffee machines haha
My bag is packed and I’m ready to go. I’m nervous and a bit scared to be honest. I’ve heard south-west Wales can be quite rowdy over the summer – lots of loud music and driving! Maybe they will accept John Owen Jones as an honorary south-wester? I hope so – we can watch movies on my portable movie player together.
It’ll be hard saying goodbye to mum and dad. They’ve gone away themselves until after I leave and didn’t say goodbye or even leave a note – I think they knew how hard it would be. I respect them for that.
The house has been eerily quiet this week, as has Porthmadog really. I went walking in the moonlight last on Monday and thought about all the great times I’ve had here over the years:
- That time Gaz bought a car in my name for a laugh
- When Mark collapsed and started shaking on that bus (wasn’t funny looking back)
- Andy stealing all my money (cheeky!!)
- Lee gambling my inheritance on the casino website
- When Dad hid the dog
I’ve been through so much here, but it’s time for me to find myself and find out more about the world with my trip around Wales. This blog will act as my travel diary as I embrace Cymru like its name and dragon embraces the front of many a tea towel.
Try to keep up, boyos!