Okay. So I said I wouldn't leave my heart in San Francisco. Said I'd left it in Crickhowell. Turns out my heart is a bit bigger than that and I'm leaving chunks all over the place these days.
Goodbyes are hard to say. Goodbyes between sobbing seven year olds are even harder to watch.
Our connection with SF is not over. Tom will return regularly for work reasons. We will be back for a holiday/vacation next year. And as for my friends, judging by the traffic on Facebook and Twitter, I won't get away that easily.