lasts

Yesterday, I packed up a considerable amount of my stuff and my dad moved it home. My room doesn't look any emptier, but it's the knowledge of that huge step in leaving that makes me a little bit sad.

This is my last week. (Yes, I said "last" even though I've considered it a bad word lately).
Last week as a Don.
Last week at Brock.
Last week as an Undergrad.
Last week in residence.
Last week so close to my friends.
Last week living in St. Catharines.

It's weird, and sucks.

It's also difficult trying to find time/availability to tie up all the loose ends that I want to tie. There are the traditional school ones that seem ominous (like my placement hours, my thesis motivation), and the residence ones such as painting both my bricks, which I consider essential, giving gifts to everyone I want to gift, and spending good, quality, sentimental time with the people I love and will miss most.

Sigh.

Right now I don't feel too sad. I think I will realize how devastated I am at denouement, then the morning after, and definitely the weeks to follow.