It's the last three weeks of Wagga, and the realisation has definitely hit me. Four years since I've been here, four years since I started this personal blog to talk about my 'adventures' away from home. Is it sad that there is a part of me that feels like I have a life here now? That it took four years for it to happen, and now it's already over. It's not like I'll even be graduating just yet, but it's never going to be like this ever again in any of our lives. None of us are ever going to live together like this for four years, depending only on each other, as replacement for families and friends back at home. The feeling right now is depressing. Incredibly depressing.