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it's been a beautiful blur.

perhaps now that my room is all cleared out,im surprised at how overwhelmingly white my room looks; perhaps with my next door roommate gone, the sudden realization that the people that had made sydney beautiful have almost all gone. perhaps the speech of a sister to her beloved brother on his big day that marked a new journey,both exciting,exhilarating, yet almost wistful; perhaps that warm fuzzy feeling i felt last night when 4 amazing people moved my monstrous 12 boxes of junk that i managed to accumulate within the span of a year (or 8 months to be precise). perhaps it was that last icecream meeting at coogee on wednesday with someone ive poured out my heart so much too over the year; or perhaps it was about feeling so comfortable in another's presence that doing the simplest things become a memory etched in one's heart. awesome coursemates:)(my daily supplements:P) my once a week dose of sanity and love:) housemates:) dan and fat:):) karen's handmade wedding cake.it's crazy. horsing around at bondi--kahmun reckons we look terrible in this photo but since she placed the other up, this got to do:))

while this is not goodbye forever, i realised, it is after all, not about the concept of eternity that matters, but in very fact, the goodbyes itself that makes it painful.

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