The End...

So what's that feeling like for you when you reach The End?

I ask because tomorrow, if all goes according to plan, I will reach the end of a revision draft, and it's got me thinking. So, what's it like to finish a draft for you? First, second, third, fourth? Twelfth? Novel or short story or article or poem? Do they differ? How does it compare to coming to the end of something you're reading? Similar or different?

I'm looking forward to tomorrow (even if the completion of this draft means I merely go back to the beginning to start over again...), but does everybody like finishing a draft? Do some people miss it? Immediate nostalgia, perhaps? Maybe they feel like they're suddenly adrift on the sea...

So lay it on me, folks. I give you carte blanche on the topic. The End.