Its a funny thing, when all the work is done. All the pushing, the arguing, the cajoling, the hard work and the winning, the rewards, the happy looks, the satisfied results and the inspired gazes. When all this is over and your body is aching for it to be finally done, I find its the objects and the places that get me with a kind of weird longing.
I have always believed this, I guess its what makes up who I am now, but its almost as if places and objects soak up experiences, record, create a link to memory. Perhaps they can only be replayed if the conditions are right and if the memory record player is receptive to them (I'm referring to humans here (can't speak for other creatures or objects)). A window sill, a doorway, an odd broken piece of equipment still attached to a wall. I find I remember them, I take some time with them, quietly, gently and whether they play out my memories or others or a mixture is up to them..
Obviously this is all symbols and psychology - memories of actual, shared or borrowed things triggered by objects, but where is the romance in that..
Anyway, as I come up to leaving work and I wonder around, early morning, looking at the objects and places of the past four and a half years I realise it was all worth it. I'm pleased to have been a part of the story of that building and the university, courses and people who were contained within it. Who knows, maybe someone will replay a bit of memory involving me some time in the future.