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Saying goodbye is so hard. I’ve just said my first goodbye of many, but I think this one will have been the hardest. It was hard not only because someone is leaving my life for four months, but also because of the life I’m leaving behind. If life comes in stages then this goodbye signalled the end of five-and-a-half brilliant years; a line has been drawn and now I start the second stage of my adult life.

We said goodbye, and once the door shut, although we were only inches apart I was already 5,000 miles away. Too distant to touch, too distant to see, too distant.