Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Saying Goodbye

I actually handed my dissertation in yesterday... I can't believe it's finally over, after months of working on it! It feels kind of strange, having it out of the way. Now it's just exams to study for (wish me good luck!), and then it'll all be over, and I'll (hopefully), finally have a degree.

It's going to be tough leaving London, it's so ingrained in my heart. The glitter of Canary Wharf, the museums and art galleries dotted everywhere, the cute, fuzzy little ducklings in our lagoon, and the prettiest apartment I've ever lived in! But I'm excited to start our lives in Spain, and that makes saying goodbye to boxes of books a lot less traumatic.

And here's a little Plath, because I'm going to miss her.


The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

1 comment:

  1. I know how you feel, I will miss London so much too. But we have a great future in Spain to look forward to. And Plath can come with us....