This whole thing still doesn’t feel real to me. I can see the bag waiting for me and intellectually I understand that there is going to be a change in my life but I still quite don’t get it.
And there are all these goodbyes. Yes, we will meet again but as my friend I met last night said, Knowing that the opportunity of us meeting won’t be there for a year, that is the hard part. That is hard, parting from people you love and being loved back by. The good thing is that I have these people in my life. That is the best thing with going, friends showing their love, trying to find the time to meet, to spend time together, to show their love.
I just came home from a wonderful evening with friends. They treated me in the best you could ever imagine. We talked for four hours. And we probably could have kept on talking for four hours more. One topic was what makes us travel. Unanimously we agreed on the reason. It is not the sceneries nor the accommodations, it is all about interacting with people. Meeting locals, enjoying the conversations, getting a insight in their lives.
This is the last evening I spend in my apartment before I hand over the keys to my tenant, before I leave. Yes, it is getting emotional. I am a sensitive person. I feel. A lot of more goodbyes to say over the next few days.
I am looking forward to it all.