In 17 days, I will be leaving this school with a heart full of memories with people who've become dear. I saw opportunities when I first arrived and till now, those doors have led to many more that I've yet to walk through; there are far too many. 17 days and it's Time gently nudging my shoulder, saying wake up, you're reaching your stop. Dix-sept jours. Right from the start, people have been a big part of my life and now they seem larger than life.
Quite possibly, it's a human reflex - to instinctively grasp what we're about to lose. Something like fleeting friendships except that I've just crossed the ravine but the ground's still unstable. I'm enjoying myself here too much to miss home and I'm not ready to give it up just yet.
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