Last woman standing

The day has finally come. I am completely and utterly alone in my flat....unless you include the Asians sharing our living area next door....but apart from that...totally alone.

Saying goodbye to Maddy and Shaun yesterday, and now saying goodbye to Christina this evening, feels like I have lost my family. I knew it would be difficult without anyone here, but I never realised how unbelievably devastating it would be. No more bursting into the house yelling about the 2 times that it actually snowed outside, no more knocking on Christina's door to talk, only to be told that she's still not changed/out of bed (that happened far too many times), and no more family dinners celebrating Taco Tuesday. I cannot believe how fast the last five months has flown....and at the time, I half wished they would go faster. Missing family, Australia and loved ones, all contributed to home sickness throughout many times of my stay here; but now this chapter of my life is practically closed, I feel like I'm getting 'exchange sickness'.

I remember walking into my new empty flat, freaking out that I had no house mates, only to find that they were all at Ikea getting everything for our kitchen/bathroom/bedrooms, everything that I now have the task of throwing out. It's so hard to let go of possessions that have so many memories. It sounds stupid, but throwing away my wok means throwing away all the excessively large meals we made for only 4 people. Getting rid of our pint glasses means never having any more nights of far too many jager bombs, and cocktails till 2am instead of actually going out.
All I have left are the memories, but right now, that doesn't seem enough. I can't help but wish that I had taken more photos, gone out more times, made more friends. Maybe it's lessons learnt for next time.

I leave in 2 days times, and then it's the end of Glasgow. But not forever.