Every End Has a Start

Or at least that's how I think the song goes - it is The Editors? I can't remember. But it's true, every end has a start and every start has an end.

That's how I felt when I jumped at Monte Rosa at the end of my family holiday in Piemonte. The clouds had rolled in and there was a storm on the way - the weather (which had been glorious up to that point) had turned and was about to engulf our holiday in its threatening clouds as if to sign it off and done and dusted.

But as I said, or The Editors said, every end has a start, or maybe every end is followed by a start. The following day we were travelling to Verona to move me into my flat so that I could start my year abroad. It was a big moment in my life and one of the greatest chapters of it so far.

But it had to start with an end. And the end was at Monte Rosa when I jumped for the last time before becoming a resident of Verona, like Dante, Romeo, Juliet, and other such whimsical characters from history.

Hopping Off

Monte Rose, Italy, 2009