Odd feelings.

So today was my last day at work, and like, I didn't really care.
I mean people were nice to me and stuff and everyone was all "I'll come stay with you on the other side of the world because, you know, we are both from the same tiny little island/s at the bottom of the world so we will totally be fine with co-habitating in a strange land!" But the thing is, I don't really care if I ever see these people again/I probably wouldn't invite them to sleep on my couch here so why would I want this to happen in London?

Also I'm extremely bad at appropriate reactions to gifts/polite conversations at morning teas thrown in my honour so that part was fun also.

I wonder what it will be like when I get to London and have no friends.
Maybe I will feel like Sting that time he went to New York.



I hope I can pull off the casual umbrella twirl as well as him.

Tomorrow I start to pack up my life.