end, second year

I shifted out of hall yesterday. My family is very helpful, waiting for me to finish packing, and helping me transport all my stuff down to the car. I didn't know that I had so much stuff, seriously.

Mostly clothes, books, and small items. 

I left the hall with a heavy heart. Yes, I still have two more years with HSS, two more years with Hall 12. What made this sense of emptiness sweep over was the knowledge that I wouldn't be seeing those familiar faces again. The graduating students - they won't be hall residents no more. I looked around at certain spots, subconsciously, before the emptiness hit. Goodbye. The dreaded, most unwelcomed farewell, had finally arrived.

Time to rise up to another level of seniority. A batch leaves, 2 others promote, and a new one joins. Every year. 

Candy, Wen Ming, Jerry, Pee Hua. These seniors, I'll miss the most. For all the help rendered, advice so freely given, care and concern, genuineness, security and assurance. I've only really communicated with them this academic year, actually. Still, I really thank God for them, for having crossed paths with them at all. In fact, I think if not for my JCRC involvement, their names would not be here. 

If I'm feeling this way, well, I can't imagine how it would be for their closer friends.

As the saying goes: Change is the only constant. And is no exception. We're always moving, always adjusting. Just as we settle for something, another change is introduced. Such is life. We only have one direction to head - and that is forward.