I’ve always had a yearning to move to the big city and break away, if only on a temporary basis, from the only home I’ve known which is a farm in Port Eynon.
When I was younger, we would occasionally venture into the big city. I remember the anticipation the night before, not being able to sleep with excitement but being acutely aware of the fact that whilst we could have a lie in, we would need to be up at 06:23 sharp in order to catch the 07:01 bus. Otherwise we’d have to wait until 14:04 for the next one.
The night before, my older brother Pete and I would have our usual argument over who would sleep on what bunk, before somehow agreeing and eventually drifting off into a deep sleep. Waking up on the day of a trip to Swansea City Centre was truly amazing, like how a child feels on Christmas Day. You know that excited festive feeling, where you get up to muck the barn before going to church, which a lot of the time isn’t even on a Sunday! Knowing you’re allowed to eat a Terry’s chocolate orange segment when you get back after you milk the cows. It’s a magical feeling and the 68 minute bus journey is tantalising and exciting, especially when you see that big Debenhams sign on the Quadrant when you arrive.
Fast forward two years and here I am, 22 and ready to take on the world after getting a job in Admiral as an Outbound Sales Advisor. My family think I’m mad, I’m inclined to agree with them, but I feel like my ambitions are being crushed and the time’s right for me to conquer big city living.
I’d like to settle down one day, but the farmers or hoteliers down here that I’m supposed to marry don’t come without their issues. For example, Rob from the chicken farm in Horton would only ever be prepared to sleep in the bottom bunk and sometimes my brother likes to sleep there, so how could I accommodate that? My brother Pete will probably never leave home and it’s unfair for me to make him sleep on the top bunk every night, Rob would struggle too because he made it quite clear to me and my brother that he really, really likes it in the bottom. Rob and my brother spend a lot of time together now, locked away in the bedroom, which is nice but it does sound like they play quite roughly together.
Telling my parents about my life changing move was hard, but I think they always knew I had different goals. When I went to school in the barn, I’d always excel in art and IT. It troubled them because they didn’t really understand computers, especially as I was home schooled and we didn’t have one. I painted wonderful images of chickens, but because they didn’t lay eggs they didn’t understand the point. Daddy always said I was the ‘accidental black sheep of the family’, maybe I’ll work out what that piece of wisdom means one day.
My brother and I have never been all that close, but last night he told me, “I’ll miss fondling you while you sleep.” I really think he meant it, it’s strange how moving away has brought us closer together.
But here I am, ready to go on my journey into city life. I’m told there’s shops there that sell coffee, which is unreal! There can’t be many of those around Swansea so I’ll have to find that first.
I’m nervous about meeting new friends and working out what bunk I’ll sleep in with strangers. But it’s an adventure I want to share with you, so check back in next week to see how I get on.
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