Everything seems strangely calm and quiet in my little room. As if everyone has moved out and I am the only person in the accommodation.
This is officially the last night in Bath, in my little room, which I have occupied for 1 year. It's empty now. Stripped of all my files, plant, shoes, accessories. It feels familiar and yet strange. I can't believe that I will never be here again after tonight. This safe little sanctuary of a room.
The city of Bath seems to have taken on a quiet calm as well, as if it was also sad to see us go. I will truly, truly miss this city. It's small, cosy feel. It's so small that a small street flood makes it to front page of the city papers. The streets have been here for years, and reading them in Jane Austen's Northangar Abbey gives you a thrill just knowing that people hundreds of years ago walked on Great Pulteney Street, visited peers on Milsom Street, went up to Claverton Down.
I took my huge Vauxhall Vectra out for a drive today, just going around Combe Down and Claverton Down, just to remind myself how lovely the countryside is, and how life back home will never be like that.
It's time to let go of those feelings now and look forward to a new beginning.
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