You left last night on a jet plane.
You bright spark you; all the way to the London School of Economics to spend the year pursuing your Masters in Human Rights.
Non-negotiables: I'm going to miss you. Lots and lots.
Now I'm going to pull out and dust off the "I'm bad with goodbyes".
But then I'm going to blink and it's going to be May 2007, and I'll be on my own jet-plane on my way to the UK to say "hey, it's been no time at all".