The time to leave Lincoln has finally come. The party is over. Over the past month or so I have witnessed many of my classmates, friends and flat family depart, one by one, back to their homes across the country. Or even, indeed, to other countries around the world. Now it’s my time.

The year has gone by pretty quickly, almost scarily so, but I’m happy to say I’ve enjoyed every moment of it. From the countless late nights and even later mornings, to the plentiful days off and constant PS2 filled freedom – it’s been a lazy, blissful blast. But now with very few people still crawling around the accommodation complex, I’m looking forward to going home and kicking back with the family. It’ll be a welcome change and just the right amount of time to ensure I have plenty of fun at home, and am then ready to come back when September eventually rolls around. It’s pretty much win win all around.

I’m also actually looking forward to packing; it’s a guilty pleasure. I’ll get to spend a day folding and squishing and organizing everything I have into the smallest spaces, and then when I’ve finally done it it’ll be a wonderfully geeky but nevertheless enjoyable accomplishment. It will also be quite the challenge because, shamefully, I’ve accumulated a hell of a lot of shoes since I got here.

Tomorrow will be a brilliant day. I’ll get to watch the England match AND fit all of my jeans into a single suitcase.

Do you like packing too? Or am I the only one? In the world.