Goodbyes are hard. Very hard.

Things become more poignant when you realise that you're doing it for the last time. I just couldn't help but to feel sad when we drove past Whyte Ave and I had a good last look at it for the last time. And to go into Safeway Mart and to know that I will never go there again. And to look out of my window and realise that no matter how ugly U of A is, I'm going to miss it all the same.

And also the people. Those that have been around all the time to guide and teach, and those that have been around to show me what is it like to be Canadian. Sleeman's Honey Brown, Edmonton Oilers, Tim Horton's, saying "eh" and "pop" and being able to go to bed when the sun is still up and wake up 8 hours later to an already bright morning.

Oh, this post is going to be very emo.

I am just thinking back on how much I have taken for granted in this place. And yet, I am amazed that I still find new and interesting things each and every day.

I think I need some form of release before I leave tomorrow. It felt just like after A-Levels, when I finally had to leave Sg, not knowing whether I will be back. The friends I have made, the people I have met, and the little differences I have made in people's life through the pharmacy...

I want to do all these again.

So, goodbye Edmonton (for now?).