Onward I feel strange. For the first time since I left work I feel as though something is missing. For the past year and a half everything has been, when the games, you know the games, the games are coming. I hadn't actually though about the time afterwards. But I don't think I actually considered how intense the experience would actually be. Two weeks ago I hadn't seen a proper netball game, but by the final games on Sunday I was on the edge of my seat, biting my nails, screaming at the court during the match and more than that understood the action. Two weeks ago I was faced with a dozen strangers but by Sunday I couldn't imagine them not being around and cared deeply that I wouldn't be seeing some of them in the same way again...
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