Everything is confirmed now,
I hope.
It has been a difficult three months, balancing all the paperwork for this alongside my dissertation.
It is a week until the penultimate day when I face one of the scariest decisions I’ve made in my life.
A new life from a small suitcase.
I thought leaving Bateson (my first-year halls) was difficult four years ago.
These departures get more and more difficult every time. Each makes the other look pathetic. I think about all the times I was homesick, would look up at the night sky and think ‘my dad could be looking at the same star. it’s the same sky.’
There could be some real corny conclusion to that tale, so I’m going to let it disappointingly patter out.