It's going to be 1am now and I'm just 2.5 hours from bidding a permanent goodbye to London and London Hall-most probably for good. It is a strange feeling which entails a sense of loss, a tinge of sadness and a large dose of self-denial. Is this real? Have I spent 4 months, 16 weeks and 112 days in this suite? It seemed just last month that I first arrived in this suite and met Orla. Now almost everyone has left and we are leaving in just a few hours' time. Will I miss this place? I definitely will. What would be my memories of London Hall? Orla, Elian, Carlet, Stefy, Hina and Anne-Sofie. This place has been my home for the past 4 months and how can leave such a place without fighting back some surging emotions? It is difficult to pinpoint my feelings now. I still think self-denial and delusion forms a large part of it now.
Written four cards and feel so much better after expressing my feelings for the people I know. It also has a settling effect on my departure.
Going over to Elian's and Stefy's now for a last brooding cosy talk. Be right back!
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