I had 5 days to get home

The next few days were fairly uneventful and I just drove for hours on end through the day and night.

I parked up in the service stations to rest, eat and use the facilities, only sleeping a few hours here and there in the back of the car before setting off again.

 It was pretty cold sleeping in the car so I was happy to keep going so I could keep warm by having the heaters on when driving.

I had just enough money for fuel to get us home so we had no choice but to sleep in the car and had to eat cheaply. I often just had a snack so that I could make sure Lula could eat!

 I didn't mind this too much as I just wanted to get back and I was usually so tired after hours on end driving that I fell asleep straight away when we stopped despite it being cold.

I didn't speak to anyone during my journey and just sent txts to let my family and friends know what progress I was making and how far from home I was.

I was not actually sure where I was going to stay in England as I was not exactly receiving invites for places for us to stay but I  knew if it came down to it then we would just continue to sleep in the car.

My dad had said I was welcome to stay with him but that was Liverpool and I knew that I would not have enough for fuel to get there and I had to go into the halifax branch in Harpenden in any case to get the money I had in the account there!

Those days when I was driving and alone with my thoughts were actually very good for me to get my head together and to make the transition from leaving my life in Bulgaria and having to return to the UK.

I went through the whole spectrum of emotions to extreme. I felt free and safe but I felt sad about having to leave my life in Bulgaria and also for having to leave Valeri.

 I had loved him and I had wanted the relationship to work so it was hard for me to accept that I had to let him go as  that nice side of him was not enough to compensate for his crazy and abusive behaviour which he could not control so like the end of any relationship, I still was grieving for the loss of it.

 I felt angry and bitter towards him but I also felt deep feelings of missing him and for the loss of the relationship. I felt sorry that he was hurting and that he felt like I had abandoned him as well as sorry that I had to leave him and I couldn't help him!

I was mostly mourning the loss of the dream life that I had hoped for when I set off to Bulgaria 18 months before and I just could not quite believe that it had turned out like this and I was now returning to England. I didn't feel excited about returning to England but it was a necessity and I wanted to get there as quickly as possible!

Within three days I was in France and just a few hundred miles from England.

I was so pleased with myself as against all odds, I  had nearly made it all the way home without any problems and on my own driving myself and Lula over 3000km with no driving licence, an expired passport with emergency travel documents valid for 5 days and just enough money for fuel.

In three days I had driven from Bulgaria, through Serbia and Hungary to Austria and the Netherlands into Germany then all through Germany into France and was now only a few hundred miles from home. A distance of no more than driving from Manchester to London except for having to cross the channel of course...

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I am an English lady who lived in Bulgaria for 18 months which sadly did not turn out as I had hoped. I was not new to Bulgaria'...