When I wake up tomorrow it will be the last time I will wake up in my house. When I go to bed tonight it will be the last time I go to bed in my house. When I have dinner tonight it will be the last meal I will eat in wycombe. It’s a sad day. 4 years of creating my life and I’m moving on. Before wycombe I never really had anywhere I enjoyed, never felt I was settled, always-wanted more than what was on offer. I have made some amazing friends that saying goodbye too is too hard. But I know that we don’t need to say good bye or keep in touch- it’s a given. But what I will miss is: cold beers on sunny afternoons/ play fights in the snow/ pretending to drink coffee for hours/ my room/my house/ the walk to work/ snakebite in the union/ drunk meetings on the way home/ the pub I visit almost everyday/ the view from my window?the list stretches on and on and on but I am truly going to miss this place and my friends.
I finally worked out how to do this so here are some photos?lt;/p>
(from left to right) Si, Dan and Jay:
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Lisa & Kev!
Jonni!
But mostly I am going to miss my best friends in the whole world. Rachel and Ross?lt;/p>
the reason for everything, and the world wouldn’t be as beautiful without?lt;/p>
