Sadness…
My heart is filled with an air of sadness… I look at my room as I start to pack it unto crates and I just feel and thing about the good times, and the bad times I’ve had here.
Finding out my ex was dating a good friend, not being able to talk to my old friends anymore. Finding out people I liked wern’t single. Being very drunk, throwing up. Having to act out as a team leader.
I’ve had the good times, meeting new friends, having fun with Laura and co. Becoming an operator, getting to be a team leader on dal.net. Have relations :). Geting new toys, and loosing them.
Not only have these things happened to me here, but it’s been a home. I’m used to having the people I know around me. I would even go as far as saying they’re a kind of family.
Out of our block I will be the third person to pack up, but the fourth to actually sign out. I’ve seen this block at many times of the year, at new year, when it’s been pieceful and relaxing… clean and quiet. When we first moved in… the excitement.
The fun of the fire alarms, always at the most problamatic times ;). It’s been a good first year at university, although some people would argue. I feel it’s been good.
I finished my last exam of Level 1, if I pass I become Level 2… Out with the freshman title, and in with the sophomore title.
This room will go to another person, and all the joy and fun they have. And I hope they do.
I have more packing to do before the final meal tonight from Ali’s here.
Have some fun, I know I’ll miss this place,
Pete.