Taking the very late 179 bus home earlier, staring out of the window while passing by the buildings of the different faculties and then the chinese cultural centre, it really dawned on me that it’s really coming to an end. And as Jason Reeves said before, the end is such a scary place to start.
Not counting the finals, I’m really coming to the start of the last week of my university life. Or on a bigger picture, the very end of 16 years of formal education, at least for the foreseeable future. 4 years of university life have been a continuum of hits and misses. For what it’s worth, I’m thankful the hits far outweigh the misses.
Looking outwards, I’m not afraid of what’s out there really. But the end of one phase and the start of another phase, it’s the same feeling as trying to snuggle out of bed in the morning – i really like the comfort of the bed even though i knew it’s necessary to get out of the bed for anything to be done. Student life, i will miss you and its concessions!