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You say goodbye, and I say hello

It's time to say goodbye to the vast majority of you. Not all, as I hope to keep in touch with some people. But I am sure I will probably not see or hear from most of you ever again - well, maybe by coincidence in the street, after all Brighton is a small town. And you know what? I am ok with never seeing each other again. I don't actively dislike these people, we just have nothing in common other than this place. And when this place is no more for me, our only connection will be gone.

It's been an interesting year, where I learned a lot about something completely new to me, for which I had no previous interest. I wouldn't say that my interest is higher now, but I am happy with the knowledge and experience I have. It will be useful to me at some point in the future - even if it's to make small talk with someone. But I also learned a lot about myself. And that's the point that will make all the difference. So I am grateful, even though I haven't been happy here. I leave with a good feeling. I hope I neither closed any doors nor burned any bridges. That's not who I am.

There won't be a lot of time until I'm somewhere new, and this time I am not bringing any expectations with me. I am not looking over the horizon. I won't chase things that are beyond my control. I'll just enjoy the experience, live in the present, and take one day at a time. Of course, I might feel entirely different a month from now, but thinking about it would contradict what I just pledged. Time will tell, and I won't ask now.

I think it's only fair to say thank you to this place. It has been my source, the roof over my head for the last year. Yes, it came as a consequence of my hard work, but it was there nevertheless. And, ultimately, it gave me a chance to go when I wanted, not when I had no other choice. That makes all the difference. I won't miss it, but I acknowledge it's importance and value to my life.


Hello, goodbye - The Beatles

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