nadriel

Well, I'm here at my parents, after a fairly uneventful weekend (which is nice, for once). I'll post something about it tomorrow evening.

Instead, since it is late and all, I'm in a vaguely philosophical and contemplative mood.

Tomorrow, I have a second interview at a job that I'd really like to get. But if I do get it, I will be moving away from Exeter, and, although I intend to visit frequently, there is a good chance I may never call it home again.

It's been a long journey to get to this point- whether I leave Exeter in a month, or at a later date, it is now a certainty that I will be leaving. I feel like it has become too small for me- my wounds are mostly healed, and it is time to go. I have made a number of good friends here, that I intend to remain in contact with, and I hope that I have been a friend to many.

I have cut the cords that bound me here, and resolved most of the issues that I have with this place. Those few that remain, I hope to resolve as well before I go, but if not, I am now capable of dealing with them.

I am no longer the person I was when I first arrived here to go to university nearly 6 years ago, and the changes have been, for the most part, for the better.

I give thanks to my friends, who, whether they realised it or not, whether they meant to or not, taught me what I needed to know, cheered me up when I was (oh so frequently) depressed, and kicked me up the backside when I needed it.

I will miss this place, but it's time to pack my bags and go.