The Leaving of Liverpool

I've been thinking of how to write this post ever since we realised we'd be leaving Liverpool, and it hasn't been easy.  We came to Liverpool five years ago; initially we were here on a one-year student visa whilst we studied for our MAs.  We decided to pursue our PhDs after that, though I soon stopped mine as I'd had Kieran and preferred to be a stay-at-home-mum and also am not keen on archaeological theory (though I love archaeology and Egyptology, I've just never been one for the theory part of it).

So our initial 1-year stay became a 5-year stay.  Both of my children have been born here.  I've met wonderful people and absolutely love Liverpool.  Scousers are, for the most part, wonderful people and I've been struck by how helpful and open and kind they are.  This is my home, and I will miss it dearly.  Perhaps I will be able to return one day, I hope.  Though I know it is the "real England" that matters more (I'm referring to C. S. Lewis' The Last Battle).  But as a friend would say: Scouse and proud!