The End

I know it's not really the end but this is what it feels like.

Come Thursday this week, I'll be moving all my stuff back to Vic. Just as I came, I am leaving. A car load of my stuff was all I arrived with and it will be all that I am taking back with me.

Over the course of a year and a half, so much has happenned. I feel like a different person, yet the same. Am I any happier that I was before? Perhaps.

Hmm, goodbyes are hard to do. I'm sitting amongst boxes and half packed stuff, my room is mostly empty. And I feel like crying. Why don't I? Coz it feels like I need to be my old self again. To have my walls up because...things are going to be different.