It’s going to hurt. I’m going to feel alone. It’s going to make me bitter. It’s not going to be the same, is it? No, sir. People are who they are, not who you want them to be. Thanks, Mum, for those words of wisdom, like neatly drilled holes in my skull. I’ll be fine. I’ll go there to think, I’ll go there to be lonely but not alone, and I’ll talk to myself like the crazy person I am.