Kimba has gone. Left home. Maybe. She and a friend packed as much as they could in a small car, including a large guitar and have gone to the coast. They are hoping to find work and somewhere to live. And although I love her dearly and she could live here for ever if it was ABSOLUTELY necessary, I'm already seeing some benefits of her being gone. The end of the bath is clean. No half empty shampoo bottles, bobby pins or hairbands, razors or bits of soap. The toothpaste is in the tube, not squeezed all over the bench. There are not plates and glasses on every surface I see. No socks. No shoes. And no bloody thumping up and down the hall dancing to the Ipod in the middle of the night.
I hope it works out for them. Mainly because it will be a lot of fun for them. It doesn't seem that long ago that she was like this. Now I know it doesn't look like I was being terribly responsible with her but that is her father and her godfather – even though they look about 17. Well, they weren't much older actually. Bloody westies.
And as you can see it had no negative effects on her as this is her now.
Hav fun Kimba. Cool hair by the way. You know you can always come back if you have to.