I am staring at the four boxes and one suitcase, that over the last two years, have become my life. Sipping an excellently blended quadruple gin and tonic. My third of the evening. And thinking, perhaps I could just change my degree to housewifery. Because right now the last thing I want to do is start actually doing things with my life.
Today I make one last drive on the coastal roads around my parents home. Ripping up the farm land as Don Henley's Boys Of Summer play out from the stereo. And it's the first time I realise what Don is trying to say in this song. But it's not the first time I realise that there was never truly anyone here. No body on the roads, no body on the beach. And at first, this thought upset me. But now I welcome the solitude.
And a little voice inside my head says don't look back, you can never look back. So I don't. And I carry on drinking gin, and thinking, and drinking. Until my phone rings, and then I go to a bar. To say goodbye the only way a twenty something year old should. In the arms of friends.