Travel stuff packed. (I assume it will rarely be this neat in the future...)
Now one more week in the "Hotel Mama" and then it's time to go.
We didn't realise how exhausting and emotional such a farewell is. A farewell to a place that we liked so much. It made us grow, dream and turn visions into reality. As long as you're in to-do list mode, it works. When everything is done, the flat is empty and clean and all the things that will accompany us in the coming months, maybe even years, fit into a few small aluminium boxes, it suddenly becomes very sentimental inside us. Before the anticipation takes hold of us, there has to be time for farewells. Slowly, comfortably. Time to say thank you for this wonderful place. Time to let our souls move on.
And then suddenly it starts. Our journey begins. A few more days of rest with mum and then suddenly it starts to tingle. We're really doing this, aren't we? 5 years of dreaming, saving, researching and thinking back and forth. And now we are sitting on the motorbikes with only what will accompany us in the future.
Can someone pinch me?