Saying goodbye to a friend from last year, who I will not see again for a long time. Two of pints of cider later (in the King's Arms, amongst the New College rah-rah-rah), I realise I'm coming to the end too.
The end of my time here, the end of the biggest ups and downs I've had, ever. The end of a life I've loved and hated with a passion. Going towards a really uncertain future, with all of the uncertainties of it - where are we going to live? Will we able to stay together? Will I be able to find my way in the world? Will I earn enough to do the things that I now feel I need to do to be happy?
It's scary. In some ways it's less scary than other changes in my life; I know this time I have M., and again I have friends left, my lovely Russian, Carmencita, Char, people I will keep connections with.
Who knows what I'll be doing in a year's time?
My hope is that I'll be back here for the evening, having a drink with my friends.
I will miss Oxford. I really will.