last night.

Not quite the last night in town, but certainly the last night in Bates, and the last night in a halls of residence. I get that feeling of a mixture of anxiety and pre-emptive nostalgic blues, knowing that I'm leaving a place and never coming back. I think it's the same mind-set that leads people to become hoarders, the refusal to let go of something, even if you despise it.

Onwards and upwards, to a diet of PBR and sleep deprivation, night-time bus marathons and new friends.