The Very Last Day

I'm sitting on my desk, trying to finish the report of my Year of Placement. This is officially the last day here. Tomorrow, I'll go to the OTHER University, and it will be my last day there.
How do I feel? I'm still trying to work that out. It reminds me of what an argentinian journalist said when, after 10 years of presidence, it finally came the day when Menem had to LEAVE for GOOD. He, the journalist, was also trying to find out what he felt about it. The conclusion? A lame NOTHING. That's probably how I feel now. But feeling nothing is probably good. Because otherwise, I would be feeling something on the lines of "I'm so glad to finally get out of this horrible place where pathetic PhD students work easily and live a very easy life, though they still manage to complain about things like "the scolarship money not being enough"". And that's only referring to THIS university, where I had barely exchanged 10 words with the people here. If I started on what I feel about BARCELONA in general, oh my, that would be hell worse! You see now how "feeling nothing" can be good?