So tomorrow is the day that I move. I am exhausted from packing, and still have a little left to do tomorrow, but hopefully I won't have to do it again for a while. I feel like I have come to the end of a little windy road, not quite knowing when or where it would end/come out. It's strange I did my last shift at the pub this lunch time and I was elated but at the same time I got into my car and without out any warning felt like bursting into tears. I don't like goodbyes, even if I haven't particularly enjoyed what I am saying goodbye too. I don't like accepting that things do come to an end. I love change and looking forward, but with that comes dealing with endings and that I don't like, because life is never quite the same once something has ended. You can never go back, you can try but it's not really the same, because life and experience changes you. Who knows what the future will bring, I hope it will be happy and fulfilling, but for the moment I will treasure the present and all that it has to offer.
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