All good things must come to and end and so must crap things and things you're not sure about.
I sometimes look back on my time here through rose coloured glasses. I stop and think 'Actually it's not so bad here. Why am I in such a rush to leave ?'
Then I overhear the bitching and compaining and I remember.
I look back on my time here with fondness, apathy, contempt, frustration, complacency, denial, anger, sadness and joy.
But mostly I just wonder why the hell I stayed so long.