Wednesday27thJune07

Today I met up with some of my Korean friends. It was a nice way to bookend my time here given that they were the first people i met.

It was a weird day. People kept saying goodbye to me, and i found myself giving the appropriate reaction ('oh... i know... I'm so sad to leave...') when actually it hadn't remotely clicked. (I'm trying to hold it back till I'm safely in the air and can't chain myself to any buildings.)

I eventually came to the conclusion that the fact I hadn't packed yet wasn't a good thing. I realised that since I have an exam and a flight tomorrow that this was really my only chance.

Almost as soon as I had finished a girl from up the hall came by with a freshly made mango desert thing for me.

From then on the day has been filled with people knocking on my door to find out flight times or say goodbye. I'm finding it all a bit bizarre, but there's a looming feeling of dread in the back of my mind that they might be doing this because I'm actually leaving. There's a distinct possibility.