I have asked you all to gather here as to show my appreciation and gratitude. Today I had a thought ‘What if I hadn’t met you all?’
I came to London, most uncomfortably socialising as a means to prevent falling into a pit of patheticness. Meeting you all, and looking back, I can say with certaintity that fate does in fact exist.
A note to everyone who don’t know her. Krystyna is, I guess best described as a Charlotte character. If you heard her speak, in combination of her high pitched voice, and of course the blonde hair – you would have passed her off as someone who might say things like “Is my hair to shiny today?”
But occasionally, she would say things that would shame the Dalai Lama.
Thank you Krystyna. In times of confusion and difficulty, you have always shed light on the situation and provided me with things to be considered. As a result, I have come to understand so much.
Oh sweetie, I will miss your moves on the dance florr that make me question your ethnicity. You can’t hide it when you dance like you do
I’ll miss you, but you better hold up on your offer to take me camping.
First a roommate, and now a friend. I am a firm believer in luck, usually I am blessed with the shit end of the stick, however this time around it would seem the ‘luck-god’ if any, have decided to smile in my favour.
It has been a pleasure serving with you through the usual discomfort, annoyances, and awkwardness in roommatehood.
Recently I realised something that I wish I hadn’t – the loneliness that will haunt me at home in my room. No longer coming home to a friend to bitch and moan about a co-worker, asshole manager or peak hour trains. Having the reassurance of another presence when you awake mid-night from an unpleasant dream, regular conversations with Andie about our bowel movements or lack thereof and seeing your face writh in discomfort/awkwardness.
Our regular visits to the Wetherspoons and indulging in the 2for10 cocktail pitchers which contained too much sugar and not enough booze.
I will miss you. But look forward to our Perth/Bali trip in the future.
You know how they say, if your relationship can withstand the stresses of travelling together, you can handle marriage.
We ought to be married three times over. We’ve been through not one but two trips together. First Paris where we embraced public urination, and disgusting men – the Cologne. So many fun times, times when I thought “This is perfect” despite the bickering and fights we’ve experienced, we always laughed it off.
I will miss you. If you ever come to Sydney to pursue your Vet studies, just shout out ‘Kwon’ like you do and I’ll be there.
Dearest friends, I miss you already. Thank you all for being the source of most of my precious and happy memories of London. I’ll end this cringe-fest of displaying emotion in public now.
Love you and goodbye for now.