A lot of people are heading home. It’s getting kind of sad. A few left last week. This week our group went out Thursday night as we’ve been doing the past month or two and it’s the last time we will all be there. The Irish guys went home, C, L, and J are going to be going back to the States in a week. It’ll just be H and I. It’s so weird to think about.
So I’ve decided I won’t think about it anymore. My family is coming out the day my flatmates are moving out and I’ll be with them until the 17 so that’ll help I think. But after they leave, then it goes to being just me in the flat I’m having to move into … it’ll be weird. And quiet.
