This is the last page on my little black sketchbook, the one I've been carrying with myself everywhere for the last two years. Its pages are full of memories, dreams, hardship and some of them feature silly drawings by my friends. This sketchbook has been a true companion, a testament of my emotions thoughout these past years, it's been quite an emotional journey!
For the sake of nostalgia, I end this book the same way I started it back at Uni, so long ago, with a drawing of a robotgirl.
Thank you everyone who has been there for these past two years!!
P.D. Does anyone have this kind of emotional relationship with their sketchbook too? Am I weird?