I will be up in four hours to drop off a roommate at an airport and catch the seven am ferry, leaving Victoria.

I having been stressed during his whole process of moving since the end of the semester. It is not because of the sheer load of things I own (I own A LOT of things) that had to be stuffed in bags or suitcases into a small vehicle, but the simple idea of moving away from such a wonderful place that was really my home away from home. Actually, It was my home. My roommates and myself have made it that way.

I’ve said goodbye to many people here today and yesterday. I said goodbye to my close ex-roommate and friend Bryce today, who herself will be moving back to San Diego in five days, because she has also finished university. Dropping her off, I caught myself feeling sad, but not mournful.

I do want things to stay the same. I am not ready to enter the real world just yet. I want to live with roommates. These roommates who I have lived with for 1,2,3 or 4 semesters. The same people that have taught me that home is not a place, but a feeling.