For a while I was foolish enough to think that maybe I'd gotten better at it, but that last hug and kiss and wave at the departure gates is always painful, whether you're the one leaving or the one left behind.
But what a grand time we had in these two weeks.
Walks on the beach when the precious winter sun was out.
Poking around the village of Lewes and its castle.
Showing R around my school
Wandering around Brighton
And watching as R takes all these lovely photos, including this one of the Royal Pavilion.
(and here's a snapshot of my personal photographer)
Or just hanging out in the flat, watching DVDs, talking, cooking dinner together.
And now it's back to the mundanity of student life.