It's over... :'(

Saying goodbye is never easy. Trying to spend last minute time with friends and packing whilst trying to say goodbye to others is even harder. Because, one, you can’t do everything at the same time, two, it's exhausting. People were leaving all though the week. Sometimes I wish that everyone just left at the same time, so I wouldn't have to worry about saying goodbye fifty times. I also wish that people could have waited until everyone's exams were over before they left.

The last couple of days in St Andrews were crowned with beautiful weather; temperature in the 20s (Celcius) and sunshine all around. I was feeling quite hot and had to keep reminding myself I was still in Scotland.

I had loads of packing to do. Trying to fit your life into two suitcases is never easy. I had to give away a lot of my stuff. I knew I should have been more careful about buying stuff. Thing is, I actually used most of what I bought; I just wish there was space for me to bring it all back.

I took my last walk into town on Thursday. It was hot. I stopped by the St Andrews

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Museum in Kinburn Park. One that I passed by every single day of my being in St Andrews, but I never actually went inside until the last day. It was nice. It had pictures and stories of St Andrews in times gone by and it was lovely to look at all that history. There was a photograph I'd heard about that I wanted to see. It was one of Wardlaw when it was just built. It looked beautiful. The windows looked lovely with their white shades half drawn. And there were no trees or any other buildings in front of it or behind it to block the view. The path up to the front door was pristine and behind the building lay fields all the way up to the sea. I could see my window in the picture. It was so surreal to think that I was living there and this building had been around for ages. It made me that much more sad to have to leave.

I walked back to Wardlaw and kept picturing the photograph in my head. Then the sepia tones turned to colours and I could see the modern day Wardlaw before me, with curtains flapping out my open window at the top. It looked different, but still the same. They were still flapping when I went up to my room. I stumbled over my mostly packed suitcases and I looked out the windows and surveyed their breathtaking views. One of the last times I would get the chance to. All the rainbows and sunrises I'd seen from them, all the snow and all the rain, the warm sunshine and the silvery moonlight. *sigh*

I must sound quite silly to get so emotional over a building, but that's the stuff that I can't exactly take back with me. I miss the friends I made, and their banter, but I know that I'll always be able to talk to them and they aren't more than a phone call or email away. They'll all still be my friends (I hope). I miss St Andrews. I'm sad I had to leave, but I'm glad I got the chance to go. I'm happy with my time there and maybe someday, I will go back.

But I know it will not be the same.