Life has these mysterious ways of making its road lead you in directions that you had never previously thought you would follow.
This is a sad post. It’s sad because it’s about letting go, sacrifice, saying goodbye.
I am one of the worst when it comes to letting go, but even me, a neurotic keepsakes clenching hoarder, even I know that in order to let the new in, the old must go out..
I fell ill, moved country, I fell in love, we commuted between countries, him and me built a camper van… And now, because we want to take our love to the next level we have to sell our precious project we worked so hard on. We have to sell her way before her time. So many holidays we could have still enjoyed, so many road trips we should have made still. Unfortunately there’s no way we can keep her as my boyfriend needs to migrate in order to be with me and importing the van isn’t an option.
So here’s a little photographic hommage to the run down London florist van we turned into a very special camper van. Tallulah, our labour of love.