So, am sat at my computer in my more or less empty room. Jos is sitting on my bed eating peshwari naan bread. Everything I own is pretty much in boxes or bags. My room has been hoovered and dusted and honestly, doesn't really feel like the room I've stayed in the past two years. I've been so busy packing and tidying the flat that I've not really had time to sit down and feel anything. There seems to be a dullness, a sense of heaviness in the air and in my heart. I think it's only going to sink in when I actually leave St Andrews tomorrow morning. But yeah, this is it. This is the end of 4 fantastic, mind-blowing, life-changing years. Who knows what the future holds? I just want to take the chance to thank all of you loyal readers for bearing with me, for putting up with my incessant whining, bitching and being a virtual pain in the ass. I appreciate the time you've taken to read and empathize. I appreciate your concern and your comments most of all. You guys are the reason I continue to write my poetry. Right now, I'm tired and suffering from an alcohol overload (the jazz brunch at Broons was a boozy one...Jenny singing Jazz always does it for me!) and a lack of sleep. So, keep on keeping it together and reading and I'll let youse know where the wind takes me.
Peas Out,
Tim!!