So this is it. My final night in my uni room before I head home for the summer. Boxes and bags cluttering the floor aside, it's so empty in here now....
I've eaten pretty much all of my remaining food, cooked up all my fish fingers to have in sandwiches tomorrow, and soon I'm going to have to sleep a little earlier than usual so I can be rested enough for a 6am start.
It's been a busy day almost from start to finish, having my last shower (which surprisingly didn't turn cold on me like it has been these last few times), doing my laundry (and having to go change up a £5 note because one of the dryers didn't want to work and I didn't have enough change), and then finishing packing. Got rid of a few things in a charity shop too and cleaned my room a little.
The weirdest thing is, I'm not sure how much I'll miss this room once I leave it behind. It's been my 'home' on and off for the last 9 months. I've studied, cried, thrown up, danced, relaxed, got drunk in it. I've decorated it and stripped it again; I've had Jackson stay over once, in a sleeping bag on the floor; I've hoped a dove would nest here; I've prepped myself for classes and days/nights out in here; watched hours of Breaking Bad and Vampire Diaries on Netflix in here. On two occasions, people have climbed in my balcony (not such a high point but that stopped happening come the new year). I've honestly spent more time in this room during this year than I should have. But it's had its virtues, so I suppose I'm justified.
Tomorrow I will hand my key back, and it'll belong to someone else to make memories of their own in here - kind of interesting to think about really.
Okay, the next time I write here, I will be home. It's been a long time coming.
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