All good things must come to an end ... I suppose

Well the day has come, I am leaving Wales and I couldn't be more sad. This has been the most amazing 4 months of my entire life. The people I have met here have been so incredibly amazing and the experiences I have had I will never forget. At the moment I'm going on about 6 hours of sleep for the past 48 hours and it's not looking good for me to get any more sleep before I get on the bus at 1 am. I don't even know what else to say, there is absolutely no way to put what I am feeling right now into words. It doesn't seem real. It seems that all of the people who have already left are just on a trip and I will see them in a few days. But the harsh reality is that I won't. The bond that I have with my friends here is so strong and the thought of having to leave them and the fact that I won't get to see them everyday makes me want to chain myself to a fence so I don't have to leave. Last night in fact I laid on my friends kitchen floor while her flat mates played cards and held on to the chair. Yes I miss everyone back home and I'm very excited to see them but no one can know what leaving feels like unless they have done it. This experience has changed me so much, I felt like I really found myself here and the fact that I have to leave the place that has made me feel the most comfortable I have ever felt honestly kind of terrifies me. I like who I have become here and I'm afraid that going back to everything will change me back to what I was and I don't want that. I would not change anything that happened this semester, I may have hit some rough patches here and there but that is what made it all so amazing. I just can't believe it's actually over. I don't think it's completely hit me yet, perhaps when I get on the bus, or when I get to the airport or on my layover in Copenhagen or possibly not for a week or so, but whenever it does I'm going to be an absolute mess.