Last night was the last official erasmus party
and it was the last time walking across the Pont du Pierre from class at Salsa Dura.
Over the next few days there will be another handful of "lasts" to come, which is a little sad really. I'm set to leave Bordeaux behind and head home. This amazing city will become just another memory to look back on.
Yesterday, I was talking to a few friends about how waking up in Singapore would make me feel as if this whole 4 and a half months were a dream. I guess it's just because going back to old habits and old routines makes everything feel... real.
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