I told Mum & Dad on Thursday that I'm going back to Whitchurch, they were really understanding about it even after I'd told them that I'd never settled down here. Both of them said "you do what you need to do". Dad said that he will help me move when the time comes.

I said that I would be back down to see them and I've got friends down here that I will need to see and spend time with too.

On Friday, I also told a few of my friends that I will going back (a bit premature you might say, but I wanted to tell them so that at least they know). They seemed to understand, which is a good thing and that I will be back down to see them when I can.

There is a group on Facebook called "Whitchurch in Hampshire is the best Whitchurch in the UK!!" Having lived there and am going to return, I can wholeheartedly agree. I have naturally joined the group. I have downloaded some pics of Whitchurch to post on here, they were taken by Laura Searle (nee Willis) when she was last over from the US. She is Whitchurch's ambassador to the US. Thank you honey and hope that you don't me using them on the blog.

Have you ever had to move from somewhere where you were happy, even if it was wasn't by choice? I have. At least 9 times in my life. That's what happens when you have a serving police officer for a father.
The most traumatic time was when we left Whitchurch in late 1992 to move to Ashurst in the New Forest.

Let me take a moment to explain. Those of you who remember me from school will also remember that my Dad (PC Hunter as he was then) was a serving police officer in Whitchurch, he used to talk to us at Testbourne a lot. In late1992, not long after I'd left school and had started at Cricklade College, he was posted to Lyndhurst, which is why we had to leave Whitchurch.

The first I knew of the move was when I came home from college and found the form on the kitchen table. To say I went nuts is an understatement and on the 14th of October, the removal men came in and moved our stuff down to Ashurst. That was the saddest day of my life.

I now live in a studio flat in Totton, I've never ever settled down here, even though I've got friends and family around me. I've always had this feeling inside me that I should never have left Whitchurch and it has been gnawing away at me for the past 16 years.

I recently registered with Facebook and caught up with a lot of people, a lot of them from school. That gnawing feeling has intensified to the point where I have a job to deal with it. I was talking to a friend on Facebook over the weekend, she had to leave the area too and that wasn't by choice either, so she knew where I was coming from, it was actually talking to her that helped me realise what I need to do, I need to go to home, I need to go back to Whitchurch and that is what I'm going to do.

I will use this blog to document my journey back home. The picture that I've posted is one of the sqaure in Whitchurch, it is also on my desktop. I will post photos as I find them or as I can take them.