Good-Bye Bournemouth Hello London

No matter where I’ll go, I know for sure I will not miss Bournemouth. The relief as well as happiness I felt upon boarding the coach for one last time is only partially due to the events of the previous 5 months. When we left the first time, more than 7 years ago, we missed the area, so upon returning 4 years later, it was a natural choice for us to return and take up residence there. My first doubts crept up when I learned that a small core of Christian Fundamentalists who also homeschool would not talk to some of us homeschoolers, or if they talked then it was merely out of fear that we might hex them. It is sad. More so because it is true. I do not EVER wish harm on anyone and these people thought I, and like-minded others, would do so simply because we do not share their views on religion. Other, little, seemingly insignificant warnings, occurred throughout the 3 years we spent there, peaking last November when some self-righteous mother complained about me. Not because she had reason to, no, because she was jealous, simple. Not that I can fathom such act of malice. And it was nothing but malice. Then came the "Local Education Authority" to "check" us out. Another possible fight with authority, first my own pondering over whether or not to allow a visit of the “education inspector”, which one side of me lost, out of sheer fear. I know that fear was unrational because the law is on my side when it comes to refusing such a visit. But alas, it’s over now, and when we return to England, it’ll be to a different home, same area or not.
Now we’re at the hotel, all excited, I’m having to check every 5 minutes to make sure I have the passports, the tickets, the money, the homeopathy kit, enough paper to write on during the long flight. Tomorrow will be one long day.