Home from home?

Because of the dramas of the past week, tonight will be the first time I'll stay in my new permanent base, a few stops down the line from where I work, and over the Greater London boundary into Surrey. All very 'des res' and leafily suburban - I'd have to do pretty well on the lottery if I wanted to buy a house around here, not that I have the slightest ambition to do any such thing. My room itself is fine, not en suite, but otherwise ideal, especially as I'm getting it at a discounted rate, and no extra bills to pay, utilities and so on being included in the price.
I'm going to be seeing a good deal of the place in the immediate future as well - unless something unforeseen happens, it's going to be a fortnight before I next go home, because I've only got 2 days off in that time, and each time, I'll be on early shift the next day, so it really isn't worth doing a 450 mile round trip, costing somewhere around £60, to spend half a day at home. It will be the longest I've been apart from my wife since I met her and my daughter in her whole life. I hope this is all going to be worth it.
I'm not quite sure where the post I put up in the early hours of this morning came from - I wasn't depressed at all, but it just seemed to be something I needed to say. Hindsight cures nothing, but it might be nice if it gave someone pause for thought and stopped them getting into the kind of tangled web I've woven for myself. Not especially likely, given the limited readership of my blog, but you never know.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B