It was a bit of a rush getting all our stuff packed up in time to catch the overnight boat to England and our flight back home. What a job! I had no idea we had collected so much stuff. My poster roll is full, there are all our gifts to take back, books and masses of new clothes. And all those clothes that we packed and never even wore once! I decided to dump out half my old clothes and tell Mom they got stolen or lost or something. I will never wear them again anyway, now that I’ve discovered my new style.
Our boat cabin is tiny. I took the top bunk, thrilled to see enormous duvets. We treated ourselves to a posh dinner in the dining room. Niki was on the hunt to find someone dashing for a last European fling, but everyone seemed to be with someone else and way over 40.
We talked about going back to university and how we were going to manage the transition. I found I was actually looking forward to it more than Niki was, despite the fact that I have only a tenuous idea of what courses I'm going to take. She sacked out early, but I lay on my stomach facing the foot of the bed, from where I could see out the microscopic porthole. The view consisted entirely of sea and sky, a most perfect view in my opinion.
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