Last Hours

I knew I would miss all this.
Funny, isn't it?
For so long,
we've been complaining how crap Bath is.
But when you actually have to leave everything behind,
you start wondering if the road ahead can be any better.
Hanna asked whether I would like to continue with my studies
and my answer must have sounded hopelessly idealistic.
Or maybe there is just no such thing as dedication in me.
By always keeping my choices open,
there are excuses after excuses for not giving my best,
knowing my best is nothing but mediocre.
Sometimes I wonder if I have wasted a good part of my time here.
One thing is for sure though,
life is never gonna be as idyllic.
It's time I zipped up
all the hillside walks with Belle & Sebastian,
coastal winds with Natural Q
and white brick churches with Scissor Sisters
So, au revoir,
singing birds in Walcot Street

King Bladud's Pigs in Bath

Juan Pablo Echeverri - Miss Fotojapón

A Quick Note