Hometime

Today is my last day as a resident at no.82.
For all that it is a pretty crappy student house, it's also been my home for the last year. It has seen good times, bad times, stressful times, hilarious times, mopey times, you name it really. It has played host to a variety of guests, an assortment of baked goods, a quantity of alcohol (both before and after drinking it, nice..) and so on, and so forth. Despite term ending nearly two weeks ago, I'm only the second person to leave the house - though nearly everyone else in the year has gone home for the summer already.

I spent yesterday and the day before helping at the Open Days.. three years ago, I was looking round Exeter College and falling in love with it. Now I'm being paid to make others feel the same way. Funny how the world turns.

At the moment, I'm sitting on a box of stuff in what was my room... but now it's just a room with a few bits of my stuff in it. Although I'm looking forward to going home (and I am, immensely) the finality of actually doing so means I have to confront the fact that a lot of people I have said goodbye to in the last week or so, I might not see for over a year, or possibly ever again. It's a horrible prospect. I feel like I met a lot of people this term that I now wish I had got to know better when I had the chance. I can't believe that this time last year was so long ago, but also that in another year, I really will be saying goodbye to so many more people - not just all the people in my year who will be finishing, but also everyone left in the year above.

Anyway. Enough moroseness (is that a word? Or is it morosity?). There's still packing to be done.

Later, 'gators.