Per tradition. It’s six hours to the end of the year.
This year I feel like all I’ve talked about on here is this year. So I’ll just say this: as soon as December 2017 started, I really, really didn’t want the year to be over. Because the arrival of 2018 means that I only have six months left of university in Manchester, and although my response would have vastly differed a mere two years ago, I only have reluctance towards leaving now. The first semester of my third year quite literally flew by; I’m sure the second one will, too.
It’s a bit difficult to look backwards now (mostly because I somehow retain very little memory of specific incidents and also because they all feel so unreachably far away), so next year, I want to continue stepping out of comfort zones and more and more into the skin of the type of person I want to be.
Happy new year everyone!
