Tonight I have come to the end of my most recent packages of sugar cubes and PG Tips - my favorite tea. Strange to think that the end of these makes me realize how all too real the end of my time here in Nantes is, how close it is drawing.
I sometimes imagine that life goes on forever like this: money put into my account to pay my rent and buy more tea. But it can't be like this. It can never be like this.
All too soon there will the same tea. But there will be no more sugar cubes, the absence of which makes me more sad than it ever possibly should.
Now I am opening another box of tea, another box of sugar cubes. And I tell myself it's better to enjoy it now while it lasts and the practicality doesn't seem so cold.
I sometimes imagine that life goes on forever like this: money put into my account to pay my rent and buy more tea. But it can't be like this. It can never be like this.
All too soon there will the same tea. But there will be no more sugar cubes, the absence of which makes me more sad than it ever possibly should.
Now I am opening another box of tea, another box of sugar cubes. And I tell myself it's better to enjoy it now while it lasts and the practicality doesn't seem so cold.
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