|Current mood:|| tired|
|Current music:||Massive Attack - Group Four|
So I haven't updated in ages and ages and ages. I'm sorry? I've been busy with packing and cleaning and trying to see as much of my friends as possible before I have to leave London on Saturday morning (and then I'm leaving the UK next Friday). It didn't realise how much it would suck - the can'twaitcan'twait feeling of going back to your friends back home, of finally seeing them and properly catching up with their lives over food that's been such a fundamental part of my childhood it defines so many moments. But then that's juxtaposed with the horrible sinking feeling of knowing that I'm leaving people here that somehow, somehow over the last seven months I've become as close to as people I've known for half my life, people that have seen me fall and that have dragged me back up and set me back on my path, people that have supported me, celebrated my triumphs with more happiness than me, and championed the battles that I've fought. People that have, strangely, when I have nearly no one here, and when we are in each others faces all the bloody time, have become something a little like the little faux family that it took ages for me to build back home.
I want to come home. But I don't want to leave. And I know it's going to be like this no matter where I'm leaving from, no matter where I'm going.
At least I can come home in pride - I got my preliminary results and I passed! And also, I got that merit I was working for - which means that I was top 20% of my cohort. Thought you guys should know before I got pelted with stones for not telling people. Love all of you so much and miss you so much it hurts.
See you in two weeks, hopefully!