Another year is drawing to an end, and once again we find ourselves saying goodbye. Although it's not a farewell for eternity, it is sad that the regular, daily meetings between friends will no longer happen. And it's more of a farewell to what we know, what we are familiar with. It is sad to realise that Csardas may never again feature in such perfection at Speech Night, that EB will never take me for VCE music, and that my age will soon not be the product of three and five. This is cliche, but the end of the year, the end of anything, is always a very bittersweet moment. There is happiness mixed in with the sadness of parting. I know because we were all laughing at each other on Speech Night for crying. I'm not really making much sense. So I'll stop rambling. What I've been wanting to say is thank you to everybody whose touched the first fifteen years of my life, and that time is precious. Even though the only person who will ever read this will probably be Thu, I need to get this out there.
So here it is.