There hadn't really been a start because I only knew I was selected for this days after the worst hike was over. My body was weary and my heart was indecisive-things were moving so quickly when I signed myself up for this. I never expected the hardship, to juggle exams and priorities, to not be able to fully utilize my free time for pure fun and enjoyment, to cope with my hindering inward-nature around a crowd of Year 3s, clearly aliens as opposed to my official RLP term.
But things got better through the days and amalgamation was but a natural phenomenon that grew. Yet I'm still looking for something to take away.
I know I'm privileged to have stayed in boarding twice as long as many others, but those the scholars have done and is a superficial.
I know celebrations pave the way to conclusions but this experience is definitely more than just a farewell.
If there is a farewell, it has to be to something.
And a beginning.
A closure to being dependent on others, a start to getting to know myself better.
In the end, we begin.