If you’re regular reader of my blog, you’ll know that I love to travel. I have had many fantastic experiences in Europe and beyond. I consider myself European. Full stop.
That Friday morning when I turned on the TV to see the results of the EU referendum, I was in Spain. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing and if I’m honest, I still haven’t got my head around it.
I want to be part of the European Union (along with 48% of the UK) but I realise that we have to accept the will of the majority and work with what we have.
I worry about the financial uncertainty that it brings. I worry that we are not working with the rest of the team for the good of the European economy. I worry about shared funding for research into disease. I worry that some fellow Europeans are now feeling uncomfortable to be in the UK, as I have never been met with anything other than friendliness and acceptance in any other country.
I know that the majority of voters disagree with me, but I do respect the opinion of those who voted to leave. We all have the right to do what we feel is best for our own personal circumstances, but don’t mind me when I shed a tear for our forty year union will you?