This is a tribute...yeah...aaaaalroyt...

Its a been a good year. This is my second to last day in my blessed room: Adamson 45. The view from my window is as spectacular as ever. The cursed, but sometimes quite pretty "cotch-creek" is adding to the quiet nature sounds that manage to drift past my ugly white burglar guards.

My room is all packed up and many of my friends are gone. This is definately the end of what I call an "era". Euan and I am been across from eachother. Room 44 & 45 is like the catch-phrase of so many people's university carreers so far, that it's crazy. Seriously it has been amazing here for the last three years and it will be a super-ultra-change moving into digs with people that aren't Adamson homies.

Right now this type of thinking cannot make me feel sad. I am so incredibly excited to hit the green midlands of Natal and the quaint valley, quilted with farms, that I call my home, I am unable to be in the least bit depressed. My next post will probably be from that place called Valhalla farm. Named after the heavenly feasting place of the Viking gods.