I am staring at my suitcase with its mouth wide open. There is a sense of excitement, my heart is joyous thumping to the idea that I am going home. It will be sunny and there'll be plenty of delicious food and loads of people who will be delighted to see me again. The MA is over, all thats left is a looming thesis and faded pictures and memories. Memories of the good, mad and the sad times. I scan through the hundreds of pictures in my computer, moments that were captured in the last two years. I see faces of people I may never have the chance to meet again. I feel a knot in my throat and my eyes feel moist. Its stupid I tell myself. It had to be over one day, I knew that from the time it began.
Hugging my closest friends and waving goodbye was hard today. It felt like a big part of my life is now going to be referred to in past tense. When I "was" on the master programme, when I "lived" in Denmark, when I "was" studying in Amsterdam, when we "met" up in London, when it "rained" in Swansea...etc.
The sadness will fade and so will the memories, in a few months, these people that I am sad to be separated from today, will come to exist in my life as email addresses. It has been hard the last two times that I have had to move countries. Every time I have left my accommodation and looked at the empty walls there has been a sense of loss. But, I knew I was going to see my friends again. This time there is no certainty. There are no classes or modules to come back to. And frankly, Swansea is a place I never want to come back to unless I have to. Despite this, negativity associated with it, I am sad to have to say goodbye.
I wrote a sentimental and stupid email to the whole group about how I would miss them. It was nice while it lasted barring a few minor hiccups.
There is so much I have learnt about myself in these two years. There is so much I have learnt about so many things that the list would be endless.
Well, the suitcase is now packed, full of old clothes, books and dreams :)
Thursday, March 01, 2007
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Good words.
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