I’ve been back in my university town for the last few days and it’s been very bittersweet. I move at the end of the month so there’s a lot of work to do in my house, cleaning and stuff, before that. Cleaning has, however, kind of been put on the back-burner because I haven’t seen my friends in a long time so they’ve kind of taken priority. We’ve been having a seriously awesome time. My friends rock. I’ve really missed them so it’s been so great seeing everyone again. When they saw me they were all like “Emily! Where have you been?” We’re the most unoriginal people ever, we just go hang out in the same pub we always do but we always have a fantastic time. They’re very uncomplicated people, they just like to sit in the pub, drink some beer, play some pool and have a laugh. So that’s the sweet part.
The bitter part is that they’re all leaving. It’s the end of the academic year, our rental agreements for this year are coming to an end. One of my friends left a few days ago but he’ll be back in the fall so it doesn’t seem like a big deal. We were just like “See you in September!” But then last night we had to say goodbye to another friend who is graduating so he won’t be back. There’s another that’s graduating and another that has a work placement. It’s weird to think that the rest of us will be coming back in a few months but they won’t be there. They’ll visit, I don’t doubt that, but it’s not really the same. We all variously live with other members of the group so it’s weird that half of us will still be there but there will be people missing.
I’m glad I’m not leaving just yet. I’m not ready to say goodbye.