It's always a strange, melancholic feeling for me when a WC ends.
I get the sense of life passing by. 4 years from now? What will be?
2010 still feels like yesterday, I was with my then fiancé, now we're married with two kids. 2018? Kids will have grown up. E. will be 6; M.A. will be 4 and hopefully healthy.
Damn. Things happen, serene or worrying, they come and go. Life's not to waste.