And so it came again, just after one year. The dreaded moment to say goodbye, pack up, load the car, leave the keys and drive away. I drive slowly to avoid the unavoidable and I am dragged down by the impossible tetris assortment of luggage in the back seats. To an outsider I am that annoying driver who’s doing 30 in country lines and pretends no one can notice her singing out loud followed by uncontrollable tears. But I embrace the movie cliché and I find myself looking out for the beauty in sadness, the hope in the exasperation, the fear of the unknown. And in that moment I tell myself that I will be fine as I am brave. I am probably taking this quote from someone else, so please excuse the copyright when I say that “to be brave is to have fear of doing something and then doing it regardless”. Closing this chapter brings me fear but at the same time and in all honesty, I am ready to move on from this academic year, which has been one of a kind. I suffered from my health, physic...