So that is that (a.k.a just because i don't cry doesn't mean I'm not upset!)

Today, Thid Floor became no more. Never again will we grace that corridor as residents, this year is well and truly over. But what a year it has been. To try and reminisce would be pointless, as to do the year any justice would take far too much blog space. 1000 posts could not accurately describe the amazing things that we i have done, friends i have made, lessons i have learnt and ways in which I've grown. So instead I'm going to talk about bourbon biscuits...hmmmm yum yum, you've gotta love a good bourbon biscuit.

No seriously, a whole blog on biscuits would be way to crumby, in the same way that a blog about stilton would be overly cheesy and a blog about pistachios would be nuthing exciting to read. I guess (to return to a rather forsaken point) that i am a very different person now to the person i was this time last year. University seems to consist of roughly 10 years 'normal living' experience condensed into one year! So what now? well it is with regret of course that i wave goodbye toThid Floor and slowly unpack for another 3 months, but also a realisation that looking forward, change is not a bad thing. It's a very difficult thing to let go, to step out and embrace change when we are comfortable, but it is through change that we grow, and i strongly believe next yearwill be equally amazing as this last year has been-if very different.

I leave you with two thoughts which personally i think say a lot about our journey through life

The road goes ever on and on,
Down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And i must follow if i can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say
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There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under the Sun.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to rebuild,
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak up.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.

Another week, another blog

So there flies by yet another week of the calendar year (that is a human year, as opposed to a dog year). it's strange how we talk about dog yars. i mean what's going on. Do they actually orbit the sun faster than us?? Does Clifford shoot off now and again for an orbit or two of the sun? I know he's big...but not that big. In conclusiont he whole idea of Dog years is silly!

THis week has been great. I haven't done much and maybe that is why it has been great. Who knows...This week promises to be very very busy but also good fun. We have Mildert day amongst other thins to look forward to. It's kinda sad that this is the last week we shall spend together like this-but i am resolved to enjoy every moment of it-down to the last second.

Thought for the day: God grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change. courage to change the things i can, and wisdom to know the difference