Tuesday, December 26, 2006

lesson #067: boxing day blues

Just had a nice Christmas dinner with Yang, Manuel & Sabine and Josh & Tahlia. Manuel & Josh kept teasing me about the happenings at Qube last week when NOTHING HAPPENED. But the more nothing's I said the more vigorous they began to tease me so, yeah, whatever, I can't win with these boys.

After dinner I cleaned up, went to my room to read up a bit on Entrep, and then decided to start packing.

It's when you're packing your things up into a luggage (or two) (or three) that it hits you how terribly... final your action is. You're really leaving this place for good. You're not coming back in January like the rest of the people. You see your food still in your cupboard and you know they will be left uneaten. You've treated the fridge like your own for the past 3 months, so it's weird to think you'll never see it again.

And your room, your little corner of peace (except when the fucked up Canadian is playing his horrible music). It's sad that you find it all too easy to throw things away from the table and the drawers. Two days from now this room will be empty again. Two days from now you will wake up from the bed, go out, but you won't come back to sleep on that same bed again.

It's just weird.

It's also weird that the past 3 months have gone by so fast, yet so many things have happened. Relationships changed. I remembered a time when Gary would send me a text message out of the blue saying he missed me. And yet yesterday we broke up.

I don't want to leave Bath. I want to stay here and pretend nothing has changed, that we're still on exchange and that we're having fun with people from all over the world.

It's not a good idea to listen to Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars when you're feeling sad. I wish you're here to hug me again, just for one more time.