Not going anywhere

It's that time of the year.
When everything comes to an end.
You know what I'm talking about.
The feelings you go through at the end of something great.

This year is different though.
At this time of the year, for the last five years,
it's been the end of a chapter.
Be it high school,
work (twice!),
leaving for year abroad,
leaving my year abroad behind.
But not this time.
This time my end of exams (yay!),
the packing up of my room,
the farewells to friends.
It doesn't mean the end.
It just mean I'm going to be gone for a little while.
For a couple of months,
and then I'm back.
Come September,
and I'll be back in my dear England again.
So it's a different feeling than normally.
But it's nice.
It's very, very, very nice.
I should do this more often.

Let's not start a new chapter

For once,
I am quite relieved that I'm not the one leaving.
It feels safe, calming,
and very, very nice.
It's a feeling I haven't had before,
and I'm surprised at how at ease with it I actually am.
There isn't a single bone in my body that tells me that I want to move on.
I think of the fact that I'm staying put,
and I exhale in comfort and relief.
I'm not starting a new chapter,
and I love it.