I hate departures. Especially if somebody else is leaving and I'm the one being left behind. It feels like shit, 100 per cent.
One of my dorm friends, Ashley, is leaving today. She was an exchange student for a year at my university, and today she's leaving for Madrid from where she will fly back home to the US.
Gabriel, the waiter at the dorm cafeteria, will also be leaving next Friday for a two-month vacation in the US, after which he's coming back to Malaga to get his stuff and move to Salamanca. He's moving there to continue college.
It's actually goodbye season in the dorm. Summer has set in and one by one, the doors are being locked and the flats are left empty. This has been my home for the last one and a half years and soon I'm moving in to a new flat. I just can't wait to take my own leave coz I don't like the thought of being left behind. It puts me in a really damp mood.
